Bushfield Actor Quotes & Sayings

People don't talk like this, theytalklikethis. Syllables, words, sentences run together like a watercolor left in the rain. To understand what anyone is saying to us we must separate these noises into words and the words into sentences so that we might in our turn issue a stream of mixed sounds in response. If what we say is suitably apt and amusing, the listener will show his delight by emitting a series of uncontrolled high-pitched noises, accompanied by sharp intakes of breath of the sort normally associated with a seizure or heart failure. And by these means we converse. Talking, when you think about it, is a very strange business indeed. — Bill Bryson

Sleeping with a witch would probably be pretty interesting. I hear that, and I understand that. — Ian Somerhalder

Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere
to a higher plane, and purify yourself
by drinking as if it were ambrosia
the fire that fills and fuels Emptiness.
Free from the futile strivings and the cares
which dim existence to a realm of mist,
happy is he who wings an upward way
on mighty pinions to the fields of light;
whose thoughts like larks spontaneously rise
into the morning sky; whose flight, unchecked,
outreaches life and readily comprehends
the language of flowers and of all mute things. — Charles Baudelaire

It's amazing, but I guess that happens when you become overly famous. Every week now, I get more famous. — Serena Williams

Only the insane take themselves seriously. — Max Beerbohm

A handy tip: When angels say "be not afraid," you should be afraid.
Also, as I said earlier, we have to memorize angel names because Jonathan Shadowhunter wanted us to have to memorize angel names.
They sure like to end angel names in "el."
Means "of God" in Hebrew, Clariel.
You two are just adorable — Cassandra Clare

If you're the head of a business, there's a protocol that people have to follow. — Robin Wright

I am a kid who played university cricket, so to be around international cricket is a blessing. — Harsha Bhogle

sinookas, the tendrils of my life, — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.