Charl Aznavour Quotes & Sayings

I think God is a callous bitch not making me a lesbian. I'm deeply disappointed by my sexual interest in men. — Diamanda Galas

A lot went wrong before I ended up in a great place! — Sue Fitzmaurice

It's okay to be afraid. Just don't let it get the best of you. If you do, it will slowly creep inside you until you're completely paralyzed. Fear has that effect, unless you bravely face it head-on. When you accept fear, it actually makes you stronger. — Kevin J. Donaldson

I don't need to believe in the supernatural, not when there's worse that roams the night. — Sabaa Tahir

We start our sometimes tedious, sometimes exciting, often times sad and stressful march to the grave the moment we're born, so it might as well be a march worth remembering. — Donna Lynn Hope

Major labels act as banks in terms of how they produce and release your album. No major label is really good or bad; they just 100 per cent operate as a business, which makes sense ... no hard feelings. — Solange Knowles

I can't imagine what they're planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it, and it won't be legal. — Eoin Colfer

The Alien is gross, scary. There is something in a human being that looks at them and sees it as a cockroach. You can never feel nurturing towards the cockroach. — Sanaa Lathan

I tell ya, I knew my morning wasn't going right. When I put on my shirt the button fell off, when I picked up my briefcase, the handle fell off, I tell ya, I was afraid to go to the bathroom. — Rodney Dangerfield

What did words matter to a desert? — Benjamin Alire Saenz

I will remember, Your Grace, said Sansa, though she had always heard that love was a surer route to the people's loyalty than fear. If I am ever a queen, I'll make them love me. — George R R Martin

If you have a problem with people living their lives and being authentically who they are, you really should go and do some soul-searching. — Laverne Cox

I'm too tasteful for my pants. — Ian Williams

Read not Milton, for he is dry; nor Shakespeare, for he wrote of common life. — Charles Stuart Calverley