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You knock yourself down. You don't think much of yourself. That's an uncomfortable feeling. So you project it on others and say, 'They don't like me. — Flora Rheta Schreiber

Vee: And I'm not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on.
Nora: I don't have a sour face.
Vee: Yes, you do. And you're wearing it right now.
Nora: This is my annoyed face. You woke me up at six in the morning! — Becca Fitzpatrick

The superior artist is the one who knows how to be influenced. — Clement Greenberg

I'm sure every film it's going to be like, 'Okay, this is the scene where your shirt gets ripped off.' I'll never be able to keep my shirt on. — Alex Meraz

I'm just writin' about my little ol' love affair. — Merle Haggard

These modern so-called ministers of God speak all things nice. . . . There is not any hell and there is not any devil and there is not any judgment of God. . . . In our enlightened and sophisticated day — David Jeremiah

It isn't that I dislike you so much, big, fat dragon. It's that I don't like you enough. — G.A. Aiken

They [Nazi captors]had more liberty, more options to choose from in their environment; but he [Viktor Frankl] had more freedom, more internal power to exercise his options. — Stephen R. Covey

You can't meet someone until you become what you're becoming. — Nora Ephron

Dawson, she knew, had saved Alan's life- but in the end, he'd saved Jared's as well. And for her that meant ... everything. 'I gave you the best of me,' he'd told her once, and with every beat of her son's heart, she knew he'd done exactly that. — Nicholas Sparks

There's nothing more powerful than a woman who knows how to contain her power and not let it leak, standing firmly within it in mystery and silence. A woman who talks too much sheds her allure. — Marianne Williamson

I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part of God. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Are you familiar with Saint Cuthman?" Alfred asked me cheerfully.
"No, lord."
"He was a hermit," Alfred said. We were riding north, keeping on the high ground with the swamp to our left. "His mother was crippled and so he made her a wheelbarrow."
"A wheelbarrow? What could a cripple do with a wheelbarrow?"
"No, no, no! He pushed her about in it! So she could be with him as he preached. He pushed her everywhere."
"She must have liked that."
"There's no written life of him that I know of,' Alfred said, 'but we must surely compose one. He could be a saint for mothers?"
"Or for wheelbarrows, lord. — Bernard Cornwell

Actors aren't all the same. They have very different skills. There are actors of intellect who are very thoughtful about everything they do ... and then there are actors of instinct who don't know what they're doing until the cameras roll ... My father was actually quite thoughtful about what he did, while my mother was much more instinctual. — Campbell Scott

Quit analyzing me. My crazy needs no definition. — K.F. Breene