Chromed Out Mercedes Quotes & Sayings

I am happy, I tried to tell him with my eyes. I'm happy with Annie; she and my work are all I'll ever need; she's happy, too-we both were till this happened ... — Nancy Garden

Our cooking depends upon shadows and is inseparable from darkness — Jun'ichiro Tanizaki

I hear Dylan rummaging around in the cupboards. "You want a jelly doughnut?It's the only breakfast food I've got."
"No time!I'll just snort the powdered sugar off the top."
"Bad joke, considering who I used to go out with. — Ann Redisch Stampler

Counting life's moments had led, inevitably, to counting them down. — Mitch Albom

It's better to regret what you have done than what you haven't. — Paul Arden

The song is about asserting yourself and reclaiming your humanity through an act of love. — Hozier

I have felt that some sort of awful shame is attached to my name and that I have somehow brought this shame along from somewhere I have never been, and that I have carried this sin as my sin even though I have never committed it; this sin pursues me all my life, which life is undoubtedly not my own even thought I live it , I suffer from it die of it. — Imre Kertesz

The altar reminds us of the remoteness in which He lives "beyond the altar," as we might say, meaning divine distance; or "above the altar," meaning divine loftiness both to be understood of course not spatially, but spiritually. They mean that God is the Intangible One, far removed from all approaching, from all grasping; that He is the all-powerful, Majestic One immeasurably exalted above earthly things and earthly striving. Such breadth and height are founded not on measure, but on God's essence: His holiness, to which man of himself has no access. — Romano Guardini

I would be really happy to be working and be able to do my craft. — Melanie Griffith

Even as a child I had a strong relationship with yearning and desire. And loss. Those things spoke to me. — Nicole Kidman

I became intensely aware of the being-ness of trees. The feel of rough sun-warmed bark of an ancient forest giant, or the cool, smooth skin of a young and eager sapling, gave me a strange, intuitive sense of the sap as it was sucked up by unseen roots and drawn up to the very tips of the branches, high overhead. — Jane Goodall