Gribouille Quotes & Sayings

Don't hang up until the client either buys or dies. — Jordan Belfort

Over rolling long periods, U.S. and non-U.S. stocks tend to equalize. — Kenneth Fisher

Rest time is the waste time. It is economy to gather fresh strength. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

Hollywood is a place where people from Iowa mistake each other for stars. — Fred Allen

For me, the music is always like the small rowboat I get into at the very beginning of my process. — Jim Jarmusch

Daniel had ruined that couple's life. Killed their daughter.
All because he'd been some hotshot angel who saw something he wanted and went after it. — Lauren Kate

We're not choosing the art, the art is choosing us. The pieces are choosing the walls where they hang. — Massimo Bottura

One day Mrs. Goodkind said,
'Pickles, you are not a bad cat.
You are not a good cat.
You are good and bad.
And bad and good.
You are a mixed-up cat.
What you need is a good home.
Then you will be good.' — Esther Averill

I really like it when you can step outside of what's come before and find a surprise for the reader and find a surprise for yourself. — Dave Gibbons

If I loved someone, I could never let him go away from me. I would be too miserable and lonely. — Valerie Tripp

Style is something each of us already has, all we need to do is find it. — Diane Von Furstenberg

The strain of Christian service can result in sickness ... I have known Christian workers who have risked their lives and health in serving the Lord. — Billy Graham

I originally wanted to embrace the imagery and forthrightness of rap music. There are some interesting, dynamic voices in rap. But I find most of it irresponsible in its overt violence and commercialization of anger. As artists, we believe we can will action through language. If that's the case, we have to take responsibility for what we say. — Yusef Komunyakaa

While Nape was making the bread and Dryas boiling the ram, Daphnis and Chloe had time to go forth as far as the ivy-bush; and when he had set his snares again and pricked his lime-twigs, they not only catched good store of birds, but had a sweet collation of kisses without intermission, and a dear conversation in the language of love: "Chloe, I came for thy sake." "I know it, Daphnis." "'Tis long of thee that I destroy the poor birds." "What wilt thou with me?" "Remember me." "I remember thee, by the Nymphs by whom heretofore I have sworn in yonder cave, whither we will go as soon as ever the snow melts." "But it lies very deep, Chloe, and I fear I shall melt before the snow." "Courage, man; the Sun burns hot." "I would it burnt like that fire which now burns my very heart." "You do but gibe and cozen me!" "I do not, by the goats by which thou didst once bid me to swear to thee. — Longus