Cadged Quotes & Sayings

Here is a test to find out whether your mission in life is complete. If you're alive, it isn't. — Lauren Bacall

Memoir is about handing over you life to someone and saying, This is what I went through, this is who I am, and maybe you can learn something from it. — Jeannette Walls

Make a mess. Clean it up. — Keri Smith

What's odd is that I've never been asked to do any comedy in film. That's something I could certainly do. — Richard McCabe

I could barely manage myself sometimes, let alone some miniature kleinman person whose sole method of communication was crying. How would I know what she wanted? How would I keep her happy? — M. J. O'Shea

I love hanging out with my friends and family. I really, really, really love articulating original thought. That's probably my core, my biggest buzz. Because then it makes me feel like I know why I was born. Reaching original thought, where I know that I'm perceiving something that only I have seen, and I need to incarnate that. That's it right there. — Caroline Myss

I cadged a complimentary green matchbook with a gold bird icon from the Bell canning jar. Later we'd use the matches to light our spliffs. My fingertips tapped the stem to the gizmo that dinged a bell. Nobody came out. Wrong signal, so I did two bell rings. No response prompted me to tap out a series of bell rings. — Ed Lynskey

It's hard to find female leads that are flawed and interesting and dynamic. — Rashida Jones

Love that seeks to do men good is cowardice when it refuses to prevent them from doing wrong. — Shailer Mathews

This impression came out most for Maggie when, in their easier intervals, they had only themselves to regard, and when her companion's inveteracy of never passing first, of not sitting till she was seated, of not interrupting till she appeared to give leave, of not forgetting too familiarly that in addition to being important she was also sensitive, had the effect of throwing over their intercourse a kind of silver tissue of decorum. It — Henry James

She didn't mean to be sexy that moment, but even a winter nightgown couldn't hide that lovely outline. When will I outgrow my simple-minded fascination with the form she had happened to choose for her body? Never, I thought — Richard Bach

He came back, and there was a greedy look in his eyes now which ought to have alarmed her, but did not. 'Oh, — J.M. Barrie

The significance of the rose? I thought. Who gives a shit? What's the significance of the white tulips? That was a question worth answering. — John Green