Cathection Quotes & Sayings

What I'd really like to write is a romantic comedy. This is my favorite kind of movie. I feel almost embarrassed revealing this, because the genre has been so degraded in the past twenty years that saying you like romantic comedies is essentially an admission of mild stupidity. — Mindy Kaling

I love the short-haired lifestyle. — Anne Hathaway

When you go to a power spot, and you think negative or depressing thoughts they tend to grow stronger. Whereas, if you think more positive, happier thoughts, they tend to increase in strength. — Frederick Lenz

Ser Alliser Thorne walked from the room so stiffly it looked as though he had a dagger up his butt. — George R R Martin

No doubt other writers have often put a thing more brilliantly, more subtly than even a very cunning artist in words can hope to emulate, a supreme phrase being a bit of luck that only happens now and then. And inasmuch as the condiments and secret travail of human nature are always the same, and that certain psychological moments must ever and ever recur, what more tempting than to pin down such a moment with the blow of a borrowed hammer? — Ethel Smyth

They grow them like that nowadays? Sign me up to be a cougar. — Tijan

The Daytona 500 is a career-winning race. It defines careers for drivers, crew members, crew chiefs and race teams. It has that power. — Jimmie Johnson

The creative process is mysterious; a conversation, a ride in the car, or a melody can trigger something. — Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu

Gingrich first backed the concept in 1993, I am for people, individuals - exactly like automobile insurance - individuals having health insurance and being required to have health insurance, — Newt Gingrich

A pair of brilliantly cut cotton trousers can be more beautiful than a gorgeous silk gown ... — Yohji Yamamoto

To go far you must begin near, and the nearest step is the most important one. — Jiddu Krishnamurti

Empathy is the most powerful weapon [ ... ] — Augusto Boal

There was a numbness in Clary's hands, a hard pressure in her chest. It was lovely, she could see that: the city rising up beside her like a towering forest of silver and glass, the dull gray shimmer of the East River, slicing between Manhattan and the boroughs like a scar. — Cassandra Clare

Ask yourself this question, will this matter a year from now? — Richard Carlson