Foildirect Quotes & Sayings

Everything in the world starts small and then becomes bigger - except bad things. They start big, and then get smaller. — Warren St. John

People are not meant to be alone, as the word itself is made of two syllables. — Kimberlee Colon

Love and fear increase together with a precision almost mathematical: the greater the love is then the greater the fear is. — Josephine Winslow Johnson

Life is worth being lived, but not being discussed all the time. — Isabelle Adjani

At the end of the season of sorrows comes the time of rejoicing. Spring, like a well-oiled clock, noiselessly indicates this time. — Roger Zelazny

How strange that there would be exactly twenty-four German carpenters in Chicago when the all-night manicure place on the corner of Oakley and Lawrence is called "24/7 Nails. — John Green

That's great, Jean. I'm not just exiled; I'm being plumped up for slaughter. — Scott Lynch

he was obliged to confess that the true essence of a writer's work is usually unknown to him. He recalled the case of Swift, who, when he wrote Gulliver's Travels, tried to bring an indictment against all humanity but actually left a book for children. — Anonymous

Elizabeth is stumbling about the Stromonds' ballroom with all the grace of a baby elephant. Granted, she doesn't weigh much, but it may prove fatal to the Stromonds' porcelain. — Meredith Duran

We're seeing how the videos translate to the live shows and how the technology is really reaching kids. — Willie Aames

The poems in Helena Mesa's virtuosic first book, Horse Dance Underwater, run with such speed, verve, and alacrity they leave you breathless, exhilarated, and transformed as if the purest kind of song had lifted you into the air. By this quickness of language finding lyric speech, Mesa's poems remind us of art's joyous and ecstatic effects. — Michael Collier

CRT teaches us: reflect, inhibit, and edit. — Anonymous

For there is no bond more lasting than that formed by
the mutual confidences of that magic time when youth is slipping from
the sheath of childhood and beginning to wonder what lies for it beyond
those misty hills that bound the golden road. — L.M. Montgomery