Claudell Quotes & Sayings

Kauai is kind of my place where I go to get centered. It's always my place to come back and feel normal again. — Alana Blanchard

Most of the time, we're loved for what we can do rather than for who we are. It's not such a bad thing, being loved for what you can do.'
'But the other is better.'
'Better. I hate to say better, but it is. If someone loves you for what you can do then it's flattering, but why do you love them? If someone loves you for who you are then they have to know you, which means you have to know them. — Ann Patchett

The book of the moment often has immense vogue, while the book of the age, which comes in its company from the press, lies unnoticed; but the great book has its revenge. It lives to see its contemporary pushed up shelf by shelf until it finds its final resting-place in the garret or the auction room. — Hamilton Wright Mabie

I got a phone call saying we are from the News of the World, and we're exposing you and David Beckham. My heart did not beat for a minute. — Rebecca Loos

I still trust my penalty sytem and will be there when I'll be needed. — Thomas Muller

Looking for pleasure is the best way to ensure you won't find it. — Francoise Sagan

To learn to ride a bicycle, as with the other great noble human inventions, is a hugely complex activity. Generally, it requires three things: the learner, the teacher and the bicycle, all in the same place at the same time, most often outside someplace. — Chris Raschka

I surrender to the Monster. What pleasure at last to give way to the strongest force in oneself. — Barry Webster

The clouds above us join and separate,
The breeze in the courtyard leaves and returns.
Life is like that, so why not relax?
Who can stop us from celebrating? — Lu Yu

I've learned not to be as maniacal as I used to be. — Ed Belfour

Immortals are never alien to one another. — Homer

And I have seen long fingers that would stare
With fiery eyes, and then the eyes would crawl
Deftly across the counterpane and fall
Soundless, with a wink of mild despair. — Allen Tate