Fouiller Quotes & Sayings

Pretending is not just play. Pretending is imagined possibility. Pretending, or acting, is a very valuable life skill and we do it all the time. — Meryl Streep

He knew where Sam worked, and he still her knew her parents' phone number by heart. — Rainbow Rowell

Jokes of the proper kind, properly told, can do more to enlighten questions of politics, philosophy, and literature than any number of dull arguments. — Isaac Asimov

Sitting in the morning sun, I'll be sitting when the evening comes — Otis Redding

Sacrificing myself to kill Hilary Clinton was the best thing I could possibly do for humanity — Jeff Foxworthy

Thinking back ( ... ) all that comes to mind for me is a swamp - a deep, sticky bog that feels as if it's going to suck off my shoe each time I take a step. I walk through the mud, exhausted. In front of me, behind me, I can see nothing but the endless darkness of a swamp. — Haruki Murakami

There was a "We" and hope, but nothing after. — Sabrina

Prohibitions create the desire they were intended to cure. — Lawrence Durrell

Now science has presented us with a hope called stem cell research, which may provide our scientists with many answers that have for so long been beyond our grasp. — Nancy Reagan

M: Is he smart
I: She yes very smart sees right through me
M: In my day we valued blindness rather more — Anne Carson

The sane would do no good if they made themselves mad to help madmen. — C.S. Lewis

I'm so disappointed, Ichigo, so very disappointed. Sadly, your sword exhibits only fear. When you counter, it's because you fear being killed. When you attack, you fear killing. And when you protect someone, you fear you could let them die. At this point, the only thing your sword speaks is sensless fright, and that's not good. What you don't need in battle is fear. Nothing will come of it. When you counter, you don't let them cut you. When you protect someone, you don't let them die. And when you attack, you kill. -Kisuke Urahara (Bleach) — Tite Kubo

It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more. — Bela Lugosi