Freddy Lounds Quotes & Sayings

Poverty is a great cutter-off and riches a great shutter-off. — Lawrence Durrell

True influence over another comes not from a moments eloquence nor from any happily chosen word, but from the accumulation of a lifetime's thoughts stored up in the eyes ... the secret smile in the eyes of a friend — Thornton Wilder

He was with energetic young college girls. It was like playing with a kitten, fresh and fun at first, but tiring in the end. — Haruki Murakami

I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories — Conor Oberst

My cigarettes and I are going outside. At least they show me respect. — Richelle Mead

I'm not famous; I am simply very well-known to certain people. Famous is something different. — Anton Corbijn

It seems to go beyond our personal junk circumstances; a brilliant metaphor for our times. — Irvine Welsh

If we were always, indeed, getting our living, and regulating our lives according to the last and best mode we had learned, we should never be troubled with ennui. — Henry David Thoreau

It's the idea that everyone has one and just one soulmate in the world, and that if you find them, you recognize them immediately. — L.J.Smith

Creating a happy marriage begins with choosing the right spouse. — Fawn Weaver

Sexuality is such a taboo thing. I think it should be more out in the open, especially with young women. I think it's okay for them to explore their sexuality, as long as they own it and it's portrayed in the right way. — Evan Rachel Wood

What a wretched lot of old shrivelled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind - the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship. — George Eliot

He came forward, holding his belt by one hand. The holes in it marked the progress of his emaciation and the leather at one side had a lacquered look to it where he was used to stropping the blade of his knife. He stepped down into the roadcut and he looked at the gun and he looked at the boy. Eyes collared in cups of grime and deeply sunk. Like an animal inside a skull looking out the eyeholes. He wore a beard that had been cut square across the bottom with shears and he had a tattoo of a bird on his neck done by someone with an illformed notion of their appearance. He was lean, wiry, rachitic. Dressed in a pair of filthy blue coveralls and a black billcap with the logo of some vanished enterprise embroidered across the front of it. — Cormac McCarthy