Fossati La Quotes & Sayings

The sunflower is mine, in a way. — Vincent Van Gogh

No point in dipping death into lemon curd. — Susan Ornbratt

You love my dirty mouth and all the delicious things it can do to you. — Adriane Leigh

Narcissism has existed for a long time; social media is just a new outlet to express it. Anybody who is going to record themselves and put that on the Internet, hoping people will watch, there is a degree to which that exists, yeah. I don't know if I would call myself a narcissist. I don't necessarily identify with that label. — Tyler Oakley

You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It's not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can't even remember your name. — Leonora Carrington

Show me a person who never made a mistake, and I will show you a person who never did anything. — William Rosenberg

Work is of two kinds: first, altering the position of matter at or near the earth's surface relatively to other such matter; second, telling other people to do so. The first kind is unpleasant and ill paid; the second is pleasant and highly paid. The second kind is capable of indefinite extension: there are not only those who give orders, but those who give advice as to what orders should be given. Usually two opposite kinds of advice are given simultaneously by two organized bodies of men; this is called politics. The skill required for this kind of work is not knowledge of the subjects as to which advice is given, but knowledge of the art of persuasive speaking and writing, i.e., of advertising. — Anonymous

Once you get into your stride, the camera becomes like another person in the room. It's like being in a very small theatre where there is no getting away with anything because the audience is centimetres away from you. — Saffron Burrows

In forgiving an injury be somewhat ceremonious, lest your magnanimity be construed as indifference. — Ambrose Bierce

Small things can start us off in new ways of thinking, and I was started off by the postage stamps of our area. — V.S. Naipaul

She launched herself at me. I closed my eyes the moment her arms slipped around my neck. I slid my hands to familiar places and reveled in her delicious smell. For three weeks I'd felt like a puzzle with missing pieces. Her body fit perfectly into mine, making me feel whole again. "I've missed you."
I swore Echo clutched me tighter before stepping back. "I'm sorry. That was totally inappropriate."
Begrudgingly I let go, chuckling.
"I'm all about inappropriate."
Her laughter healed and stung at the same time. "Yeah, you are." She bit her lip and my smile grew when her eyes wandered down then back up my body. Echo blinked. — Katie McGarry