Downton Abbey Countess Quotes & Sayings

When we merely say that we are bad, the 'wrath' of God seems a barbarous doctrine; as soon as we perceive our badness, it appears inevitable, a mere corollary from God's goodness. To — C.S. Lewis

I wasn't wishing for something I couldn't have. I could have her, but it wouldn't be easy. It wouldn't be easy, but it would be worth it. — Staci Hart

If the melody is telling me this is what the song is about, then I'm sort of forced into confession, autobiography or fantasy. If I don't do that, I've hamstrung the melody. — Ben Folds

I love the Warner Brothers lot. There is so much history there. They've done such a smart thing. They have signs outside of each stage which tell you what movies and TV shows were shot inside. So cool ... you can almost feel the ghosts of actors past. — Valerie Azlynn

You can feel people staring: it's like heat that rise from the pavement during summer, like a poker in the small of your back. You don't have to hear a whisper, either, to know that it's about you.
I use to stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom to see what they are staring at. I wanted to know what made their heads turn, what it was about me that was so incredibly different. At first I couldn't tell. I mean, I was just me.
Then one day. When I looked in the mirror, I understood. I looked into my own eyes and I hated myself, maybe as much as all of them did.
That was the day I started to believe they might be right.
jodi picoult — Jodi Picoult

To one man a stream is so much water-power, to another a rendezvous for lovers. — George Henry Lewes

Yeah, I think that's sort of the American way. And it's also the Polish way, it turns out. — Bill Murray

A secret makes a woman woman - Vermouth — Gosho Aoyama

We are the movies and the movies are us. — David Ansen

I'm inspired by throwing out any darkness that is inside of me. For me, art cures. — Jordi Molla

Do everything you're told. Be a good cheerleader. And never, never say, 'It's not so bad.' Say 'You are almost there!' And say it a lot. — Madonna Ciccone

They again kissed each other and fell asleep. The patch of light on the ceiling now seemed to be assuming the shape of a terrified eye, that stared wildly and fixedly upon the pale, slumbering couple who reeked with crime beneath their very sheets, and dreamt they could see a rain of blood falling in big drops, which turned into golden coins as they plashed upon the floor. — Emile Zola