Ladylove And Regis Quotes & Sayings

Why? Oh, well - I thought you'd be rather an attractive person to marry. That's all. I mean, I sort of took a fancy to you. I can't tell you why. There's no rule about it, you know. — Dorothy L. Sayers

Maybe love isn't something that comes full circle. It just ebbs and flows, in and out, just like the people in our lives — Colleen Hoover

Worship," Tozer explained, "is to feel in your heart and express in some appropriate manner a humbling but delightful sense of admiring awe and astonished wonder and overpowering love in the presence of that most ancient Mystery, that majesty which philosophers call the First Cause but which we call Our Father Which Art in Heaven. — A.W. Tozer

Every place you land in life has a reason and a lesson. — Tori Amos

It is surely harmful to souls to make it a heresy to believe what is proved. — Galileo Galilei

Neither of us entered marriage thinking it wouldn't be a strain. Life has strains in it, and he's the person I want to strain with. — Patricia Arquette

Under Thatcher, who ruled us with an iron rod, great art was made. Amazing designers and musicians. Acid house was born. Very colourful and progressive. — Noel Gallagher

To enjoy yourself is the easy method to give enjoyment to others ... — Letitia Elizabeth Landon

They say atomic rad-i-ation can hurt your reproductive organs. My answer is, so can a hockey stick. But we don't stop building them. — Johnny Carson

To him who is afraid, everything rustles. — Sophocles

Crowded hallways, are the loneliest places, for outcasts and rebels,or anyone who just dares to be different. — Hunter Hayes

But the words she spoke of Mrs Harris, lambs could not forgive ... nor worms forget. — Charles Dickens

I was kind of like the Rhea Perlman of the bar. I was like Carla on 'Cheers.' People were more afraid of me. There was a point where I got a little surly. There were only so many chicken wings I could serve before losing the smile on my face. — Melissa Rauch

What point is there in dying in a ward, listening to the moans and rasps of the terminally ill? Wouldn't it be better to spend the twenty-seven thousand on a banquet, then, after taking poison, depart for the other world to the sound of violins, surrounded by intoxicated beautiful women and dashing friends? — Mikhail Bulgakov