Funny Cuffing Season Quotes & Sayings

Success flourishes only in perseverance ceaseless, restless perseverance. — Manfred Von Richthofen

Don't think to hunt two hares with one dog. — Benjamin Franklin

A man should not glory in what he already knows but in what he has yet to learn. — Robert Stephen Parry

I did always dream of being a professional player. I think every kid does dream of being a pro, but to last the journey you have to love tennis as a sport and if you are lucky enough to make it in the pros, it is really a bonus. — Samantha Stosur

It would be amazing to play Sylvia Plath. She was so dark, and what came out of her writing was troubled and fierce. The dimensions, levels, layers and levels would be incredible to take on. — Evangeline Lilly

Fiction, at the point of development at which it has arrived, demands from the writer a spirit of scrupulous abnegation.The only legitimate of all the irreconcilable antagonisms that make our life so enigmatic, so burdensome, so fascinating, so dangerous
so full of hope. They exist! And this is the only fundamental truth of fiction. — Joseph Conrad

Silence fell between the four of them as they looked up at the sky. There was no sign of movement, the stars stared back, unblinking, indifferent, unobscured by flying friends. Where was Ron? Where were Fred and Mr Weasley? Where were Bill, Fleur, Tonks, Mad Eye, Mundungus? — J.K. Rowling

Be yourself. Because if people don't like you as you are, they're not going to like you as somebody you're trying to be. — Jimmy Dean

Parents have become so convinced that educators know what is best for their children that they forget that they themselves are really the experts. — Marian Wright Edelman

In normal life, "simplicity" is synonymous with "easy to do," but when a chef uses the word, it means "takes a lifetime to learn. — Bill Buford

She's thinking I betrayed her, and she's thinking it now! I can't live with that. — Frederik Pohl

Now for St. Francis nothing was ever in the background. We might say that his mind had no background, except perhaps that divine darkness out of which the divine love had called up every colored creature one by one. He saw everything as dramatic, distinct from its setting, not all of a piece like a picture but in action like a play. A bird went by him like an arrow; something with a story and a purpose, though it was a purpose of life and not a purpose of death. A bush could stop him like a brigand; and indeed he was as ready to welcome the brigand as the bush. — G.K. Chesterton