Christine Anu Quotes & Sayings

Here's one of the problems with communicating in the words of a man who is not around to explain himself: it's damn hard sometimes to tell what he was talking about. Look, the sheer fact that people have banged out book after article after dramatic interpretation of this guy should tell you that despite his eloquence, he wasn't the clearest of communicators. — Eleanor Brown

My face is burning and I want to kick her, I want to kick her, I want to kick her. — Lauren DeStefano

Everything I've set out to do, I've achieved, and all the praise goes to God. — Tyson Fury

You can't make people love you but you can make them fear you — Cecily Von Ziegesar

A man of great memory without learning hath a rock and a spindle and no staff to spin. — George Herbert

When I was in high school, I would drive into Seattle to see bands and sip coffee late into the night, and I always ended up taking the long way home. I'd be a little anxious about stalling my Datsun on one of the hills around the city, so when I saw Denny Way, I always turned onto it, even though it led away from my home to Seattle's Capitol Hill district. From there I navigated winding hills and eventually ended up at home. A quick look at a map would have revealed the freeway that heads straight to my house, but since my circuitous route was familiar, I stuck to it. I should have known better, but I was just a kid. What excuse does the richest nation on earth have for driving around in the dark like an adolescent? Just because our familiar arguments over how best to help families and the economy lead us along well-trod paths doesn't make them the best ones we could be taking. — Heather Boushey

This was not a just war after all - it was just a war: yet another exercise in consecrated barbarity and sanctified slaughter. — James K. Morrow

My wife drives a couple of Cadillacs. — Mitt Romney

I am definitely insulted that you don't remember me. I gave you some of my best stuff -
Ian Fitzgerald — Stephanie Rowe

Gratitude, always. Always, gratitude. — Elizabeth Gilbert

Sometimes he mulled over the idea that the next time the door opened he would take control of the family affairs as he had done in the past; these musings led him once more after such a long interval to conjure up the figures of the boss, the head clerk, the salesmen, the apprentices, the dullard of an office manager, two or three friends from other firms, a sweet and fleeting memory of a chambermaid in one of the rural hotels, a cashier in a milliner's shop whom he had wooed earnestly but too slowly- they all appeared mixed up with strangers or nearly forgotten people, but instead of helping him and his family they were each and every one unapproachable, and he was relieved when they evaporated. — Franz Kafka