Carlyne Cerf Quotes & Sayings

My fingers, which a second before had been taste buds savouring the food a little ahead of my mouth, became dirty under his gaze. They froze like criminals caught in the act. I didn't dare lick them. I wiped them guiltily on my napkin. He had no idea how deeply those words wounded me. They were like nails being driven into my flesh. I picked up the knife and fork. I had hardly ever used such instruments. My hands trembled. My sambar lost its taste. — Yann Martel

My faith
is a great weight
hung on a small wire,
as doth the spider
hang her baby on a thin web. — Anne Sexton

I love doing comedy. Absolutely love it. After 'Wedding Crashers,' people suddenly realized that it was something I could do. — Jane Seymour

Nothing ever comes to me, that is worth having, except as the result of hard work. — Booker T. Washington

We have to pilot our own dreams - we cannot entrust them to anyone else. — John C. Maxwell

If money is a form of speech, as the Supreme Court has regrettably found, rich donors will always be the loudest speakers. — Howard Dean

Filmmakers and artists always thrive during more liberal times. — Michael Moore

THE SKULL GLARED at me out of empty eye sockets. — Ilona Andrews

Of course, music is an art form, and it's not all that competitive. But we don't ever intend to be the second-best band on a stage at any show. — Tom Morello

When you're acting on TV, you want to keep it real. — Ben Schwartz

Refuse to complain about your problems. Keep them to yourself. As speaker-humorist Ed Foreman says, "You should never share your problems with others because 80 percent of people don't care about them anyway, and the other 20 percent are kind of glad that you've got them in the first place. — Brian Tracy

It was weird because I'd only been in L.A. for about six months and I had my first feature. — Matthew McGrory

They were no longer standing the way he'd stood them, no longer engaged in the glorious basking that overwhelmed him on the headland. They were leaning toward the light now, craning toward it. He'd been dead wrong about the blitheness. The buttercups now seemed to know - to understand with that purely physical knowledge that all living things possess - that something was wrong. Their craning was like a cry: they were calling out with all the body language they possessed for a life or a place they had no minds with which to remember. — David James Duncan