Ladyman Senior Quotes & Sayings

Risks, I like to say, always pay off. You learn what to do, or what not to do. — Jonas Salk

Homosexuality is acceptable in the West. — Najib Razak

Greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms - greed for life, for money, for love, for knowledge - has marked the upward surge of mankind. (Gordon Gekko, in Wall Street. — Sidney Sheldon

Worry leads to worry. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I can see that aerial warfare is actually scientific murder. — Eddie Rickenbacker

If a book is worth reading, it is worth buying. — John Ruskin

Leadership Principle: As hunger increases, excuses decrease. — Orrin Woodward

Part of me misses you so much it hurts, while part of me wishes I never even met you to begin with — Colleen Hoover

When I was 15, 16, I studied with Stella Adler at the Conservatory of Acting, then I stopped again and went to the Actors Studio when I was 18. — Robert De Niro

Give time and permit a short delay, impetuosity ruins everything. — Statius

If you would just listen to me . . . if you would just look at the pictures I took - "
"We've seen them, Miss Maxwell. Several times already. Frankly, nothing you've said tonight checks out - not your statement, and not these grainy, unreadable images from your cell phone."
"I'm sorry if the quality is lacking," Gabrielle replied, acidly. "The next time I'm witnessing a blood slaughter by a gang of psychos, I'll have to remember to bring my Leica and a few extra lenses. — Lara Adrian

True love cannot be denied," Layla said. "You know that yourself, Betsy, given your sad
experiences. Life is fleeting and one should gather rosebuds - or is it rainbows? At any rate, one
should get on the stick before it's too late. — Eloisa James

I had to learn how to chop wood actually - I don't think my dad would have let me go chop wood in the backyard growing up. — Jennifer Lawrence

By contrast Hobie lived and wafted like some great sea mammal in his own mild atmosphere, the dark brown of tea stains and tobacco, where every clock in the house said something different and time didn't actually correspond to the standard measure but instead meandered along at its own sedate tick-tock, obeying the pace of his antique-crowded backwater, far from the factory-built, epoxy-glued version of the world. — Donna Tartt

He wasn't crazy. How could he be? He was just
amazing. But she was struck dumb. All she could do was stare at him. — Natalie Babbitt