Delinte Quotes & Sayings

Talking to a therapist, I thought, was like taking your clothes off and then taking your skin off, and then having the other person say, Would you mind opening up your rib cage so that we can start? — Julie Schumacher

The computer is a tool akin to a telescope or a microscope; a tool that opens vast frontiers of possibilities and brings them to light; a tool that captures the elemental and animates or holds it still at will; a tool that captures the organic flow of the earth's crust or the wash of a wave, and creates an impossible symmetry, an elemental Rorshach pattern ripe for continued exploration, divulging a thousand revelations. — John Paul Caponigro

I'll have my double chins in privacy. — Marie Dressler

High yields do not in themselves imply lower quality: the balance of the vine is the crucial point. Casablanca's — Oz Clarke

Why does a salmon rise? Why does a small boy cross the street just to kick a tin can? — Lee Wulff

Men unite against none so readily as against those whom they
see attempting to rule over them. — Xenophon

That's why I'm really trying to produce my own stuff. This film was so good, because I produced it myself, and developed it, and made it with New Line, which is a smaller studio, so I was in control of a lot of stuff that I wasn't in control of for my other films. — Ted Demme

Weave sex is a little awkward. — Nia Long

Him dressed. Me naked. It's always very erotic and I can feel his temperature rising as he is about to leave for work. "Are you going to be good?" he says, and I nod my head with the first of the day's lies. "Yes, I'm always good. — Chloe Thurlow

Two-thirds of my energies go in trying to save one-third for work. — Katherine Anne Porter

If you want to so something you've never done before, you will have to believe something you've never believed before. — Paul Clayton Gibbs

You're still here stitched into me, like threads in a sweater. Feeding me words that break me down and piece me back together, all at once. Tightening your grip, reminding me that I'm not alone. I never was. None of us ever are. You are still here stitched into the words on these walls. Every last one. — Tamara Ireland Stone