Flaccus Glass Quotes & Sayings

Intelligence is perhaps but a malady, -a beautiful malady; the oysters's pearl. — Remy De Gourmont

There's something peculiar about artists. They have ups and downs ... After a while everything you do is just wonderful ... then you slide back. If you're a good artist you're going to go down. And then it's up to you. — Milton Resnick

Truth is, I think naked men are kind of strange looking what with their doodles and ding-dong hanging loose like they do. Nevertheless, there's the curiosity thing. I guess it's another one of those car crash experiences, where you feel compelled to look even if you know you'll be horrified. — Janet Evanovich

The more disastrous the mishaps the simpler the reviewing task. — Donal Henahan

I'd much rather leave £2bn to charity, or £3bn or £4bn, than £1bn. That is my motivation to carry on working as hard as I do. — John Caudwell

When I was little, my dad used to say, "Son, guilt doesn't make a very fluffy pillow. — Jeff Strand

The freedom of growing older is that one is no longer obliged to dislike someone simply because they dislike you. — Julian Fellowes

The real honesty is a responsibility to the present moment. It needs tremendous awareness. You have to be honest to the present moment, not to the past, not to the future. — Rajneesh

Let us offer our hearts, wretched and empty as they are, to God, that He may be pleased to fill them with that charity which amends the past, which ensures the future, which fears and trusts, weeps and rejoices in its knowledge; which becomes in every instance the virtue of which we stand in need. — Alessandro Manzoni

It's not about supplication, it's about power. It's not about asking, it's about demanding. It's not about convincing those who are currently in power, it's about changing the very face of power itself. — Kimberle Williams Crenshaw

Peeking into the living room through the bathroom's connecting door, she called out, "You gonna be okay out there, Owen?"
He was lying on his back, long flannel-pajama-clad legs crossed at the ankle and arm up over hi head. Cover off to the side. No shirt. Jeez, his chest was broad and defined, stomach cut with ridges of muscles. He turned a lazy gaze from the fire to where she stood in the doorway.
"I'm god. Thank you, for everything."
Good, indeed. She'd never look at that couch the same way again. She hugged herself. "Okay, well, give a shout if yuo need anything, or just help yourself. G'night. — Laura Kaye

What is this love that more than all the cursed deadly or any other of its great movers so moves the soul and soul what is this soul that more than by any of its great movers is by love so moved? — Samuel Beckett