Couvillion Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

I've always felt that love is like Belgian chocolate, you know, the ones with brandy filling. You always say you're going to take one more bite, one more chocolate, and then, the whole box is gone. Perhaps the morning after, you might even get indigestion or a headache, and still, that evening, you might stop by the supermarket and buy another box because you simply can't get enough. — Scarlet Hyacinth

Run," he whispered. "Run."
"No, Rand," I said, brushing the dirt from his face. "I'm tired of running."
"Forgive me, please." He clutched my hand as his eyes beseeched me through tears of pain.
"You're forgiven."
He sighed once, then stopped breathing. The shine in his brown eyes dulled. I pulled his hood over his head. — Maria V. Snyder

I do know that throughout history, all paper money has eventually come back to its true value, which is zero. — Robert Kiyosaki

Whenever he thought he knew the truth it merged into another truth. — Louise Erdrich

It wasn't until I began to work out in earnest that I became aware of what I was eating. When I became more mindful about exercise, I became more mindful about eating. — Khloe Kardashian

The thing is, is that every terrorist attack we've had since 9/11 has been legal immigration. — Ted Cruz

What can 'scape the eye
Of God, all-seeing, or deceive His heart.
Omniscient! — John Milton

We must not in the course of public life expect immediate approbation and immediate grateful acknowledgment of our services. But let us persevere through abuse and even injury. The internal satisfaction of a good conscience is always present, and time will do us justice in the minds of the people, even those at present the most prejudiced against us. — Benjamin Franklin

For a moment my soul was elevated from its debasing and miserable fears to which these sights were the monuments and the remembrances. For an instant I dared to shake off my chains, and look around me with a free and lofty spirit; but the iron had eaten into my flesh, and I sank again, trembling and hopeless, into my miserable self. — Mary Shelley

We are the dead,' he said.
'We are the dead,' echoed Julia dutifully.
'You are the dead,' said an iron voice behind them. — George Orwell

Always seek to allow others space to be imperfect. — Alan Downs