Galenas Dodge Quotes & Sayings

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something. — Audrey Niffenegger

A constitution that is made for all nations is made for none. — Joseph De Maistre

Sometimes things have to get worse before they can get better — Susane Colasanti

Nothing tells in the long run like a good judgment, and no sound judgment can remain with the man whose mind is disturbed by the mercurial changes of the stock exchange. It places him under an influence akin to intoxication. What is not, he sees, and what he sees, is not. — Andrew Carnegie

Why do I sense hostility on your part, Patrick?" she asks softly, then sips her wine.
"Maybe because I'm hostile," I spit out. "Maybe because you sense this. — Bret Easton Ellis

There was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times when he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by, ceaselessly and wastefully - assuaged only by that conviction that there was nothing to waste, because all efforts and attainments were equally valueless. — F Scott Fitzgerald

I'm not in a position in my career where I turn things down. I'm very easy. So the projects often dictate the direction you will go in. I welcome things that challenge me. — Cliff Martinez

Love is itself an expression of strength. — Elizabeth Lowell

How honest is it that we drink until we are dehydrated? — Buddy Wakefield

All along I've thought the best way to keep out all the voices in my head directing my life this way and that was to stay busy, to distract my brain from itself, but it's this profound silence that releases me from worry. — Rachel Friedman

If you're not in the hands of an expert editor, you really can go wrong in a lot of different ways. — Gayle Lynds

Girls are taught to seem, to appear - not to be and do. — Abby May Alcott

He is overcome with the disease of love, the drunkenness of generations past. When are we ourselves, he wonders, trudging through the snow-covered banks, his coat illuminated by moon-light. — Patti Smith