Famous Corita Kent Quotes & Sayings

I love bows, ... And I feel some couture pots coming on. — Yves Saint-Laurent

It is astonishingly beautiful and interesting, how thought is absent when you have an insight. Thought cannot have an insight. — Jiddu Krishnamurti

His eyes opened and he smiled at me like he understood everything, like I was everything. — Shelly Crane

The fact is that even art is subject to fashion. — Hugo Pratt

Competition-ruthless, unforgiving, to-the-death competition-is a crucial feature of capitalism. — Jim Stanford

In 20 years I had sold more records for RCA than any artist except Elvis Presley. — Charley Pride

He left Molie's at ten past midnight, twelve hundred New Dollars lighter. The pawnbroker had also sold him a limited but fairly effective disguise: gray hair, spectacles, mouth wadding, plastic buck-teeth which subtly transfigured his lip line. "Give yourself a little limp, too," Molie advised. "Not a big attention-getter. Just a little one. Remember, you have the power to cloud men's minds, if you use it. Don't remember that line, do ya?" Richards didn't. — Richard Bachman

Historically inaccurate.' Adrian gestured at me with his other hand, the one not on my shoulder. Who the hell looks at you and says 'historically inaccurate'? — Richelle Mead

Rome has seven sacraments, but the Protestant churches, being less prosperous, feel that they can afford only two, and these of inferior sanctity. — Ambrose Bierce

The room smells of lemon oil, heavy cloth, fading daffodils, the leftover smells of cooking that have made their way from the kitchen or the dining room, and of Serena Joy's perfume: Lily of the Valley. Perfume is a luxury, she must have some private source. I breathe it in, thinking I should appreciate it. It's the scent of pre-pubescent girls, of the gifts young children used to give their mothers, for Mother's Day; the smell of white cotton socks and white cotton petticoats, of dusting powder, of the innocence of female flesh not yet given over to hairiness and blood. It makes me feel slightly ill, as it I'm in a closed car on a hot muggy day with an older woman wearing too much face powder. This is what the sitting room is like, despite its elegance. — Margaret Atwood

Our destiny is in the way we were born, in the way we were raised, in the sum of the three of us. — Eleanor Brown