Frankfurter Brett Quotes & Sayings

Love is the ultimate thief. — Marc Secchia

Right and wrong becomes more difficult for each of us as we grow older, because the older we get the more we know personally about our own human frailties. — Blanche Lincoln

Put your hands where I can see 'em, so they look like 12 PM
On the dot, see this Glock? Don't make me give these shells freedom. — Elzhi

He runs a very tightly knit ship — Rob Hawthorne

I was a latecomer to politics. Maybe I'm just very slow. I got to everything when everyone else had left. — Robert Wyatt

How far, in any case, must one go back to find the beginning? — W.G. Sebald

Never did she find anything so difficult as to keep herself from losing her temper when she was suddenly disturbed while absorbed in a book. People who are fond of books know the feeling of irritation which sweeps over them at such a moment. The temptation to be unreasonable and snappish is one not easy to manage.
"It makes me feel as if something had hit me," Sara had told Ermengarde once in confidence. "And as if I want to hit back. I have to remember things quickly to keep from saying something ill-tempered. — Frances Hodgson Burnett

I could see he was nervous; at least, I thought I could, but then it struck me how little I know of him, or of Topaz or Rose or anyone in the world, really, except myself. — Dodie Smith

If one is rich and one's a woman, one can be quite misunderstood. — Katharine Graham

A heartbreaking paradox: if only I can finish my work so that it will live. Yet if it is finished, completed, a part of me but departed from me, I lost it alive, living but separate; and if it does not leave me, it is incomplete, insufficient, and half-dead that I keep it. — Helene Cixous

I don't really care about awards. — Danny McBride

This moment here is the only observable time and place for us in our universe. — Frank Herbert

Stop blaming outside circumstances for your inside chaos. — Steve Maraboli

I'm just so tired. I'm so, so tired all the time.' A tear slips down her face, all the way down till it drops off her chin, and she doesn't brush its trail away.
And I remember being in that jungle, lost in the darkest, wildest part of it, where fearsome beasts and carnivorous plants lurk between every tree. All I could do was lie down on the wet leaves. Bugs crawled up my legs, and I couldn't care enough to brush them off. — Emery Lord

Either I can be like some traveler of the olden days, who was faced with a stupendous spectacle, all, or almost all, of which eluded him, or worse still, filled him with scorn and disgust; or I can be a modern traveler, chasing after the vestiges of a vanished reality ... A few hundred years hence, in this same place another traveler, as despairing as myself, will mourn the disappearance of what I might have seen, but failed to see. — Claude Levi-Strauss