Defectele De Vedere Quotes & Sayings

You blossom under kindness, don't you? Like a rose. — Sylvain Reynard

I was nervous. How was I to know he loved me? It might be just an affair. Why did we ever say just? Though at that time men and women tried each other on, casually, like suits, rejecting whatever did not fit. — Margaret Atwood

We need to go there and make sure we bring that cup home. and if we do succeed, then we'll dedicate it to the fans that have waited so patiently since 1984.
(on the Champions League) — Steven Gerrard

Don't take it away! It's only a fancy, but a man must love something ... — Louisa May Alcott

I was not at all apprehensive about ... disease ... [it] had no terrors for me. The thing I most feared in the world was hunger. That was something of which I had personal knowledge. — Madeleine Albright

It is not that accepting and rejecting are great actions within themselves. But the right to accept or reject, now that is everything. — Joshua Emmet

New York has no truck with the past. It expels its dead. — Luc Sante

He was ever a strong man, which is almost the same, times, as to say a man with little time for kindness. For if you stop to be kind, you must swerve often from your pat. So when folk tell me of this great man and that great man, I think to myself, Who was stinted of joy for his glory? How many old folk and children did his coach wheels go over? What bridal lacked his song, and what mourner his tars, that he found time to climb so high? — Mary Webb

Actors are athletes of the heart. — Antonin Artaud

Every morning I stay in bed for ten minutes to ponder my place in the universe. Then I wash my face and check my karma — Drew Barrymore

Stanley Kubrick, I had been told, hates interviews. It's hard to know what to expect of the man if you've only seen his films. One senses in those films painstaking craftsmanship, a furious intellect at work, a single-minded devotion. — Tim Cahill

I don't know why Sinclair Lewis fell in love with me. He didn't get even the slightest response from me. But his letters were lovely. And the poems he wrote me were lovely. I used some of them in my book. — Fay Wray