Chastest Quotes & Sayings

I'm definitely gonna do another solo record at some point. 'Flamingo' wasn't just me dipping my toes in the water. I really loved it. It was successful, and that helps, but I love those songs, and I miss singing them. — Brandon Flowers

This was never any place I was meant to be. This isn't a place for me. — Haruki Murakami

At present, I myself do not know of any local witches or warlocks, but there are several people who seem to have an uncanny power over food. — M.F.K. Fisher

We need to listen more, to hear the silence and live in it. — Kim Basinger

Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat. — Ralph Ellison

Like my old mentor would always say, Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice and I'll be dead.' Okay, she wasn't a good poet, but that lady could handle her whiskey. — John Zakour

I shan't mind if you don't," he agreed. "But I'll not let you go, Prudence. Til not pester you, but know this: I will wait until you choose to listen to your heart."
"Pshaw." It was a feeble effort. She took a deep breath and tried again. "Humbug! How can you presume to know my heart?"
He smiled a slow, devastating smile. "You are my heart." He lifted her hand and kissed it. "And our hearts beat in tune. I know it - I, who used not to believe in such things. And you know it. — Anne Gracie

I make my films, Charlie. I do my lighting, place my camera angles and I tell the actors to walk this way and do this, and there you're supposed to cry and there you're in a rage, and we keep on doing it and keep it up like the very devil and we never give up. And then the audience sits there one evening, and if we're lucky they'll cry where we decided they would cry and laugh when we want them to - right. You know all that. That is the whole mystery, Charlie"
- Georg Af Klercker in Ingmar Bergman's play "The Last Scream — Ingmar Bergman

Gladly I close this festive day, Grasping the altar's hallow'd horn; My slips and faults are washed away, The Lamb has all my trespass borne. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

There is no happiness like this: quiet mornings, light from the river, the weekend ahead. They lived a Russian life, a rich life, interwoven, in which the misfortune of one would stagger them all. It was a garment, this life. Its beauty outside, its warmth within. — James Salter

Immortality: A toy which people cry for, And on their knees apply for, Dispute, contend and lie for, And if allowed Would be right proud Eternally to die for. — Ambrose Bierce