Haardt Mountains Quotes & Sayings

Every actor has a natural animosity toward every other actor, present or absent, living or dead. — Louise Brooks

Life doesn't always make sense but we always look for life's essence. — Debasish Mridha

He had the right mix of pissed-off male and swoon-worthy alpha to make any girl's heart go pitter-patter. — Chelle Bliss

Actually, acting turned out to be the perfect job for me, because I had a lot of different interests. I thought about being a priest at one point. I thought about being a teacher. I thought about being a lawyer. But I think acting is probably the best job for me. — John C. Reilly

Being a memory play, it is dimly lighted, it is sentimental. It is not realistic. — Tennessee Williams

Five o'clock tea" is a phrase our "rude forefathers," even of the last generation, would scarcely have understood, so completelyis it a thing of to-day; and yet, so rapid is the March of the Mind, it has already risen into a national institution, and rivals, in its universal application to all ranks and ages, and as a specific for "all the ills that flesh is heir to," the glorious Magna Charta. — Lewis Carroll

Hip-hop isn't as complex as a woman is. — Talib Kweli

Consumerism has led us to become used to an excess and daily waste of food, to which, at times, we are no longer able to give a just value, which goes well beyond mere economic parameters. We should all remember, however, that throwing food away is like stealing from the tables of the the poor, the hungry! — Pope Francis

I tell my students, it's not difficult to identify with somebody like yourself, somebody next door who looks like you. What's more difficult is to identify with someone you don't see, who's very far away, who's a different color, who eats a different kind of food. When you begin to do that then literature is really performing its wonders. — Chinua Achebe

I am dying. I haven't drunk champagne for a long time. — Anton Chekhov

The car ran almost noiselessly. It ran as if gravity had no power over it. Houses glided past, churches, villages, the golden spots of the estaminets and bistros, a gleaming river, a mill, and then again the even contour of the plain, the sky arching above it like the inside of a huge shell in whose milky nacre shimmered the pearl of the moon. — Erich Maria Remarque