Debenedetto Quotes & Sayings

Alighted near Hazel and Fiver. "How's Holly?" asked Hazel. "'E sad," said Kehaar. "'E say you no come back." Then he added, "Mees Clover, she ready for mudder." "That's good," said Hazel. "Is anyone doing anything about it?" "Ya, ya, ees all to fight." "Oh, well, I suppose it'll sort itself out. — Richard Adams

Uh, you're the fashionable expert here. I just sort of throw on things that don't have holes in them and hope for the best. I read a Cosmo onece on the toilet. Does that count? — Sara Wolf

Singing is a limitless form of expression, and I love to experiment with my work. — Kailash Kher

You have to invest the way that's comfortable for you. — Walter Schloss

It's nice to be needed. — Jack Kemp

Critics: In your sight
no woman can win:
keep you out, and she's too tight;
she's too loose if you get in. — Juana Ines De La Cruz

He unzipped his pants and his brains fell out. — Rita Mae Brown

I have come to understand that if we hope to build a better world, we must be guided by the universal human values that emphasize the kinship of the human race - the sanctity of human life and freedom, peace between nations, honesty and truthfulness, regard for the rights of others, and love of one's fellows. — Ephraim Katzir

As long as my opponent has not yet castled, on each move I seek a pretext for an offensive. Even when I realize that the king is not in danger. — Mikhail Tal

Oh! was ever woman so blessed as I am. — Queen Victoria

Angel, Michael's still waiting for you to come home." Her face went deathly white. "It's been over three years. He can't still be waiting." "He is. — Francine Rivers

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. — William Shakespeare

The problem of architecture has always been the same throughout time. Its authentic quality is reached through its proportions, and the proportions cost nothing. In fact, most of them are proportions among things, not the things themselves. Art is almost always a question of proportions. — Ludwig Mies Van Der Rohe

When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open
Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting.
Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring
Let it go.
Let it out.
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be
A path on which to travel. — Michael Leunig