Etchika Robertson Quotes & Sayings

The FBI announced today that they are now looking for Osama bin Laden's financial adviser. You think this guy is in demand. How good can he be? his top client is living in a cave and driving a donkey. It doesn't sound like he is getting the best return on his investments to me. — Jay Leno

Get up every day and try a little harder than the day before. — Emeril Lagasse

Under peaceful conditions a warlike man sets upon himself. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Nothing is ugly as long as it is alive. — Coco Chanel

Lionel Johnson comes the first to mind,
That loved his learning better than mankind,
Though courteous to the worst; much falling he
Brooded upon sanctity ... — William Butler Yeats

In heaven I'll wish with all my heart that I could reclaim a thousandth part of the time I've let slip through my fingers, that I could call back those countless conversations which could have glorified my Lord - but didn't. — Billy Graham

The things that are really important to me are my man, my animals and my books. I don't need anything else. — Mary Crosby

It's lame to say that I'm a normal girl, but I think I am. — Katherine Heigl

This person was standing under Lavery's portrait of Lady Walpole-Wilson, painted at the time of her marriage, in a white dress and blue sash, a picture he was examining with the air of one trying to fill in the seconds before introductions begin to take place, rather than on account of a deep interest in art. — Anthony Powell

Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD" (Ps. 27:14), and "I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope" (Ps. 130:5). — Kristen Feola

You simply cannot know the depth of your magnificence without the contrast of life. — Renae A. Sauter

I am not one of those guys who pretends not to enjoy his own work. — David Wain

A lot of people who live in Denmark will understand Danish but not necessarily speak it. — Susanne Bier

Stars flicker above, points of bright ice in a dark river. I pull a heavy sheepskin around my legs and stretch my feet toward the fire. Despite the cold, Liam plays his flute, the sound whistling through the night. Soon my eyes are heavy, my head nodding.I open my eyes at the deep melodious baritone of Salvius's voice telling a tale. Liam's flute is silent now. I have heard Salvius tell many tales on market days; he is known for his memory of wandering minstrels and mummers who visit us at Whitsunday and through Midsummer. Salvius is a mockingbird: he can give a fair charade of the rhythmic tones of any wandering bard or any noble of the Royal Court.In this darkness, his eyes catch the light like a cat in the night. — Ned Hayes