Colin Frissell Quotes & Sayings

The rules have changed so dramatically.They are not the Jeb Bush rules of the 90s, they are the reality television rules of this decade and he was not suited for it. — Chuck Todd

Teenagers are basically toddlers with hormones - old enough to want to do stuff without having any of the common sense. — Jojo Moyes

Culture is like water in the sea; it can either keep the business ship afloat or drag it down and sink it. — Pearl Zhu

The rule in the art world is: you cater to the masses or you kowtow to the elite; you can't have both. — Ben Hecht

I am inherently a little brother - that's just my nature. It has to do with my sister being very strong and wanting to protect me. It's the natural order of things. — Jake Gyllenhaal

Belief in yourself is what happens when you know you've done the thing things that entitle you to success. — Pat Summitt

I think one of the saddest things that's happening to literature is that it's getting over-simplified by this diet of simple political ideas. — Arundhati Roy

There have been times in my life I prayed for change.

For rescue.

For strength.

For answers.

There have been times in my life I blamed others for everything that went wrong, bypassing accepting responsibility, because it was easier. — Kim Holden

It has been a privilege beyond belief for me to have represented the State of Louisiana in Congress and to have been given the blessed assignment of U.S. Ambassador to the Holy See. — Lindy Boggs

I live a sensible life. You know, I don't take on too much. — Dick Cavett

Maybe he thought trading his freedom for ours would be the only honest trade he'd ever make, — Chris Colfer

Religion is all-too-often a refuge for scoundrels. — Neal Boortz

War can be avoided, and it ought to be avoided. I want no war. — Chief Joseph

I was perpetually grief-stricken when I finished a book, and would slide down from my sitting position on the bed, put my cheek on the pillow and sigh for a long time. It seemed there would never be another book. It was all over, the book was dead. It lay in its bent cover by my hand. What was the use? Why bother dragging the weight of my small body down to dinner? Why move? Why breathe? The book had left me, and there was no reason to go on. — Marya Hornbacher