Dismero Jeans Quotes & Sayings

Without sounding pompous, I really do feel that I have a set of standards that I must adhere to, even leaving aside considerations of what the readers expect. — Jonathan Kellerman

The trouble with us
daydreamers is,
we tend to watch
the world through
a coloured lens.

Then one day
we fall
and the lens cracks. — The Dreamer

Why does shame and self-loathing become cruelty to the innocent ? — Anne Rice

The idea of a musical comedy was something we had had in mind for many years, but the project 'Igudesman & Joo: A Little Nightmare Music' has a history that goes back five years. I can say that this is the most successful project that we have ever done. — Aleksey Igudesman

What if I came here and I ended up loving it? What if, after a year, I didn't want to leave? What then? But wouldn't it be great if I loved it? Isn't that the whole point? Why bet on not loving a place? Why not take a chance and bet on happiness? I — Jenny Han

But you'd hope anyone would feel sympathy if they actually saw someone face to face, pleading for a chance. — Olivia Sudjic

No matter what the problem, a miracle can solve it. Remember to ask for one ... — Marianne Williamson

Where the fuck have the bunnies gone? — Sara Douglas

And underscoring it all was my father's insistence that my sister and I were the prettiest, smartest, and baddest bitches in Gotham town, no matter how many times we pissed ourselves or cut our own bangs with blunt kitchen scissors. — Lena Dunham

Mutual aid is as much a law of animal life as mutual struggle. — Bill Vaughan

The moment you begin to depend on audience reaction, you're doing the wrong thing. You're doin' it wrong, it's a mistake, it's not right. You can't allow yourself, no matter what, to depend on them. — Bruce Springsteen

Underdevelopment is a lack of maintenance. — Lucero Isaac

The blame of course belonged to Clyde, who just was not much given to talk. Also, he seemed very little curious himself: Grady, alarmed sometimes by the meagerness of his inquiries and the indifference this might suggest, supplied him liberally with personal information; which isn't to say she always told the truth, how many people in love do? or can? but at least she permitted him enough truth to account more or less accurately for all the life she had lived away from him. It was her feeling, however, that he would as soon not hear her confessions: he seemed to want her to be as elusive, as secretive as he was himself. — Truman Capote