Hagyj L Fozni Online Quotes & Sayings

I love you, Scout. For me, it was always you. Forever and always. — Tammy Blackwell

I think the human race made a big mistake at the beginning of the industrial revolution, we leaped for the mechanical things, people need the use of their hands to feel creative. — Andre Norton

Tall, black-haired, rouged, Kaiser-moustached, he cackled and screamed in weird attitudes, giggling in high soprano, hiding his little black teeth behind an exquisitely gloved hand - the 'poseur' absolute. He was said to have slept with Sarah Bernhard and vomited for a week afterwards. — William Sansom

Love is the sweetest madness of life. — Debasish Mridha

Given a choice between two bald political candidates, the American people will vote for the less bald of the two. — Victor Gold

Gratitude turns negative energy into positive energy. There is no situation or circumstance so small or large that it is not susceptible to gratitude's power. — Melody Beattie

I've always been able to say what I meant! It's a writer's job to carve with language, to hew close to the bone, so why can't I saw what it feels like? — Stephen King

My brain goes in just one direction. The Future. I don't worry about the present. By the time you talk about the present, it's gone. — Stefano Pessina

Life is an endless story of lover and beloved. — Debasish Mridha

Deep down many of us experience a vast discrepancy between what we're taught we should feel about sex and how we actually feel. — Antonia Hall

I was pushing myself to extremes in order to discover my many selves. — Jerzy Kosinski

Dissimulation is innate in woman, and almost as much a quality of the stupid as of the clever. — Arthur Schopenhauer

The world around him grew silent; there was something in the air. The odor of dead meat came down on the wind, drifting through the trees. Soft and sour, the smell of distant death. — Jeff Shaara

Finch kept his house militarily spotless, but books tended to pile up wherever he sat down, and because it was his habit to sit down anywhere he got ready, there were small stacks of books in odd places about the house that were a constant curse to his cleaning woman. He would not let her touch them, and he insisted on apple-pie neatness, so the poor creature was obliged to vacuum, dust, and polish around them. One unfortunate maid lost her head and lost his place in Tuckwell's Pre-Tractarian Oxford, and Dr. Finch shook a broom at her. — Harper Lee