Dauna Butler Quotes & Sayings

Don't hold back you life because of the choices someone else made. — Kimberly Lauren

The primary function of a theater is not to please itself, or even to please its audience. It is to serve talent. — Robert Brustein

A national festival is an occasion to refine and rebuild the national character. — Narendra Modi

Think twice before you speak, because your words and influence will plant the seed of either success or failure in the mind of another. — Napoleon Hill

You know what your problem is? You got too many scruples. One or two is okay, but you get too many of them, and it clogs everything up."
What she said made no sense at all, but was probably right.
"I got some scruples," Lula said, "but I know when to stop. There's a point where you have to say enough is enough and screw scruples. — Janet Evanovich

Tarantino and Jackson is like Scorsese and DeNiro, and their silent communication. — Walton Goggins

To understand a science, it is necessary to know its history. — Auguste Comte

Being Indian is not blood as much as it is culture. — Tony Hillerman

I'm not letting you -- us -- go that easily, sweetheart, so get used to having me in your life. — Savannah Stuart

Probably 90 percent of our life decisions are powered by the twin engines of inertia and laziness. — A. J. Jacobs

Oh Man, Man. How despicable in slavery, how great when fired with the love of freedom! — Napoleon Bonaparte

But that wasn't quite right. I called it a nine because I was saving my ten. And here it was, the great and terrible ten, slamming me again and again as I lay still and alone in my bed staring at the ceiling, the waves tossing me against the rocks then pulling me back out to sea so they could launch me again into the jagged face of the cliff, leaving me floating faceup on — John Green

And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever
Has come and gone before I knew. — Li Shang-yin

She had always looked like some confectioner's fantasia, a wee thing created of spun sugar, gossamer light, pale and shimmering, so fragile she might melt away in the morning dew. The years had made her seem even more unearthly. Yet, she looked older, too, riper, no longer sprite but faerie queen ... Everything about her was brighter, clearer, lighter. Everything but her eyes. They had darkened into something more complicated, deeper, more intense and intoxicating: pansies in shadow, the Cretan sea at midnight. — Eloisa James