Dirtiest Film Quotes & Sayings

Let no one ask a stronger mark of an excellent love to God, than that we are insensible to our own reputation. — Jeanne Marie Bouvier De La Motte Guyon

There are books, that one has for twenty years without reading them, that one always keeps at hand, that one takes along from city to city, from country to country, carefully packed, even when there is very little room, and perhaps one leafs through them while removing them from a trunk; yet one carefully refrains from reading even a complete sentence. Then after twenty years, there comes a moment when suddenly, as though under a high compulsion, one cannot help taking in such a book from beginning to end, at one sitting: it is like a revelation. Now one knows why one made such a fuss about it. It had to be with one for a long time; it had to travel; it had to occupy space; it had to be a burden; and now it has reached the goal of its voyage, now it reveals itself, now it illuminates the twenty bygone years it mutely lived with one. It could not say so much if it had not been there mutely the whole time, and what idiot would dare to assert that the same things had always been in it. — Elias Canetti

There are 2,000 young-adult novels published a year, and hardly any of them ever break out. — Catherine Hardwicke

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare.
the shadow in the backgroung of the mourge.
the unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley.
we could live like jack and sally if we want. — Blink-182

Win-win is a belief in the Third Alternative. It's not your way or my way; it's a better way, a higher way. — Stephen Covey

He always had a different girlfriend and you could tell they were all easy but a nun would turn easy at one look at Luke. — Kristen Ashley

The first step to being a leader is realizing that you're not one. — Royce Coleman

By definition, risk-takers often fail. So do morons. In practice it's difficult to sort them out. — Scott Adams

Along the wide curving moat surrounding the palace, rows of cherry trees announced the end of their seasonal beauty. Some of the trees were weeping: blossoms in white and palest pink, ponderous with decreptitude, eddying on the brown water, stirred by the paddling of ducks. — John Burnham Schwartz

We all get the same amount of ice. The rich get it in the summer. The poor get it in the winter. — Bat Masterson