Dionisia Quotes & Sayings

If I was playing Carrie, I might have done differently but I felt like as my character. I mean, I'm definitely bringing myself to the role but I wanted to pay homage. I hope I did. We'll see. — Judy Greer

Besides the general infusion of wit to heighten civility, the direct splendor of intellectual power is ever welcome in fine society, as the costliest addition to its rule and its credit. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

It's about loving you so much that it makes me feel miserable and elated at the same time. It's about needing you so much that I feel like I can't breathe without you. — Nely Cab

You only live once, so off with them pants. Hell ain't for sure, it's only a chance. — Mojo Nixon

Comedy is a meritocracy. If you are funny, you are there. If you are not, you are out. — Kevin Feige

The company increased as light was let into the house. But — Robert Goolrick

Who's happy? Happy is just what people think they are when they can't find anything to bitch about. — Rasmenia Massoud

One right doesn't remedy a thousand wrongs.'

'You should write a book of quotes. — Catherine Doyle

It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
Half of the night with our old friend
Who'd showed us in the end
To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.
Already I lay snug,
And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.

I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,
Suddenly, from behind,
In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:
Your instep to my heel,
My shoulder-blades against your chest.
It was not sex, but I could feel
The whole strength of your body set,
Or braced, to mine,
And locking me to you
As if we were still twenty-two
When our grand passion had not yet
Become familial.
My quick sleep had deleted all
Of intervening time and place.
I only knew
The stay of your secure firm dry embrace. — Thom Gunn

I still love him so much I'll hide any amount of conjugated estrogen in his food. So much I'll do anything to destroy him. — Chuck Palahniuk

I have been using the art of photography to research the ways in which the pictorial strategies of the Nineteenth Century color the way in which the American landscape is apprehended by today's viewers. — John Pfahl

From whence, then, could arise the solitary and strange conceit that the Almighty, who had millions of worlds equally dependent on his protection, should quit the care of all the rest, and come to die in our world because, they say, one man and one woman ate an apple? And, on the other hand, are we to suppose that every world in the boundless creation had an Eve, an apple, a serpent, and a redeemer? — Thomas Paine