Cardozo High School Quotes & Sayings

When I did 'The Passion,' nobody believed in the movie. Everybody was telling me, 'You shouldn't do this movie ... But I wanted to play Mary Magdalene. I thought that I could do something strong and deep with this character. — Monica Bellucci

He can't parade back into my life and expect me to throw confetti at his feet. — Lauren Oliver

We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox. — Nicholas Sparks

Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm. — Winston Churchill

My tats were but temporal attempts to heal my soul, as my heart remained an open wound. — S.R. Grey

Democracy is a poor system; the only thing that can be said for it is that it's eight times as good as any other method. — Robert A. Heinlein

No Heroics. If you need a hero to get things done, you have a problem. Heroic effort should be viewed as a failure of planning. — Jeff Sutherland

She looks at me and at Dave. She looks out the curtain and strums her guitar. "Yeah," she says. "Oh yeah. This I can do. — Cath Crowley

She had something I could not have, and so I resented her - but I realized the fault was mine and not hers. — Sharon Shinn

One of the two owners, the man who had been sitting in the front room, was stretched out in there asleep, stockinged-toes pointed at the ceiling, one hand backed defensively against his eyes to ward off the light. He'd taken off his vest and shoes, and that strap that wasn't straight enough to be a suspender-strap was dangling now around one of the knobs at the foot of the bed. It ended in a holster, with a black, cross-grained slab of metal protruding from it. Turner couldn't take his eyes off it, while the long seconds that to him were minutes toiled by.
That meant out, that black slab, more surely than any door. He had to have it. More than that, it meant a continuance of out, for so long as he had it. And he wanted out with all the desperate longing of all trapped things, blindly scratching, clawing their way through a maze to the open. To the open where the equal chance is. — Cornell Woolrich