Crisallia Quotes & Sayings

When I recently spent a night at a homeless shelter, I was dismayed that members of the middle class had moved in and that earning above the minimum wage did not protect adults from having to share a room with dozens of others. — Jackie Speier

I train hard Monday to Friday. I'll do weights and cardio in the gym most mornings and do a spinning class, too. — Amy Childs

Freedom is an eternal principle. Heaven disapproves of force, coercion and intimidation. Only a free people can be truly a happy people. — Ezra Taft Benson

Jim Carrey can do anything he wants, right? There are guys like that. I'm not one of those guys, so my career has been cobbled together with what the universe has put in front of me. — LeVar Burton

There may be as many people taking pictures as there are brides and grooms. One of them for every one of us. Clickety-click. The thought makes the couples a little giddy. They feel that space is contagious. They are here but also there, already in albums and slide projectors, filling picture frames with their microcosmic bodies, the minikin selves they are trying to become. — Don DeLillo

I can never pass a cat in the street without greeting it and exchanging a few words, and the cat invariably replies. — Patricia Moyes

It is manifestly unjust that a privileged few should continue to accumulate excess goods, squandering available resources, while masses of people are living in conditions of misery at the very lowest level of subsistence. — Pope John Paul II

I have to go back home for a while." "Ohio?" "Omaha." "Right. Omaha. Why? — Matthew Norman

When a man is finally boxed and he has no choice, he begins to decorate his box. So Hazel, condemned to the presidency, since he could not escape it, began to ornament it. A man can climb high on the steps of responsibility. — John Steinbeck

Reluctantly, I headed for the stairs. I wasn't dawdling. Not exactly. Just giving Father a bit of time to calm down. — R.L. LaFevers

Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. — Oscar Wilde