Grecian Blue Quotes & Sayings

I play because I know I can play the game, so it's their decision whether or not they want to keep me or they wanna trade me. Whatever decision they make, I will understand it. — Carlos Beltran

Billy Joel and Joe Jackson were both great, and they both play piano. — Ben Folds

I do wait in line, and I do take the subway, and I do my own grocery shopping, and I do take the kids to school. But it almost doesn't matter to a certain segment of the populace. — Sarah Jessica Parker

When I went to bed, I stared earnestly at my face in the glass. Was I really good-looking? Honestly I couldn't say I thought so! I hadn't got a straight Grecian nose, or a rosebud mouth, or any of the things you ought to have. It is true that a curate once told me that my eyes were like "imprisoned sunshine in a dark, dark wood" - but curates always know so many quotations, and fire them off at random. I'd much prefer to have Irish blue eyes than dark green ones with yellow flecks! Still, green is a good colour for adventuresses. — Agatha Christie

Duration is the transformation of a succession into a reversion. In other words: THE BECOMING OF A MEMORY. — Alfred Jarry

I hate guns," replied the Doctor. "Which isn't to say that a bit of fantasy violence can't be therapeutic. — Jacqueline Rayner

It is true that I have been studying both humility and pride for many years for the purpose of weakening pride in my own life and cultivating humility by the grace of God. — C.J. Mahaney

Any god who can invent hell is no candidate for the Salvation Army — Joseph Campbell

Jane: "St John dresses well. He is a handsome man: tall, fair, with blue eyes and a Grecian profile."
Rochester:(Aside) "Damn him!" (To me) "Did you like him, Jane? — Charlotte Bronte

Every great leader of the past, whose record I have examined, was beset by difficulties and met with temporary defeat before 'arriving — Napoleon Hill

They look at the shoes, the watch, and the bag. Then they decide where to seat you. — Suzanne Munshower

In loquaciousness lay insanity. — Alan Dean Foster

It's called "Caliban At Sunset".' 'What at sunset?' 'Caliban.' He cleared his throat, and began: I stood with a man Watching the sun go down. The air was full of murmurous summer scents And a brave breeze sang like a bugle From a sky that smouldered in the west, A sky of crimson, amethyst and gold and sepia And blue as blue as were the eyes of Helen When she sat Gazing from some high tower in Ilium Upon the Grecian tents darkling below. And he, This man who stood beside me, Gaped like some dull, half-witted animal And said, 'I say, Doesn't that sunset remind you Of a slice Of underdone roast beef?' He — P.G. Wodehouse