Drelincourt Quotes & Sayings

Edith said that any glass that could withstand such a beating without crumbling was something to be celebrated. — Karen White

I've memorized the best angles in the bathroom mirror from which to see how badly I've disintegrated. I truly do go from sixty to zero. — Kris Kidd

If people waited to know one another before they married, the world wouldn't be as overpopulated as it is now. — W. Somerset Maugham

And sometimes those remembered images aren't even accurate; in revisiting some of the movies I discuss here, I've been surprised to realize that what I remember about a particular movie moment, the influential lesson that has stayed with me - how to kiss in the rain, what to say to my shell-shocked parents about their divorce, where in the linen closet to hide the liquor - sometimes doesn't actually exist in the film. It's a trick of memory, — Tara Ison

The very beautiful rarely love at all; those precious images are placed above the reach of the passions: Time alone is permitted to efface them. — Walter Savage Landor

- Katsmiao Books Are My Life Avery Aster has managed to make the tale of the poor little rich girl into something engaging, captivating, and sexy with very memorable characters. — Anonymous

One learned gentleman, "a sage grave man," Talk'd of the Ghost in Hamlet, "sheath'd in steel" - His well-read friend, who next to speak began, Said, "That was poetry, and nothing real;" A third, of more extensive learning, ran To Sir George Villiers' Ghost, and Mrs. Veal; Of sheeted Spectres spoke with shorten'd breath, And thrice he quoted Drelincourt on Death. — Bill Vaughan

It's been so long that I think I was unsettled by the idea of feeling like I belonged anywhere. But you made me feel like I belong. — Cassandra Clare

We flew out of the city and we landed on the page where Moses split the sea and the Jews marched between those suspended mountains of water, hovering, humming on both sides, and the poor expelled merchants wondered if Moses knew what the fuck he was doing. What if his hand got tired and he accidentally dropped his magic cane, or got distracted by a wet desert ass, or lost his sandals, or what if that lush single malt of a God changed his mind again and the fucking Red Sea closed in on them with its menstrual red liquid? — Rawi Hage