Leneghan Academy Irish Dance Quotes & Sayings

[His eyes] gleaming like a demon done the devil's work — Erin Bowman

I would never hit a woman - even if she had a knife or a stutter. — Anthony Jeselnik

I was over in Australia during Easter, which was really interesting. You know, they celebrate Easter the exact same way we do, commemorating the death and resurrection of Jesus by telling our children that a giant bunny rabbit ... left chocolate eggs in the night. Now ... I wonder why we're fucked up as a race. I've read the Bible. I can't find the word "bunny" or "chocolate" anywhere in the fucking book. — Bill Hicks

Time whizzes by when you have children. They make you aware of the passing of time, but also help keep you young. — Jaclyn Smith

Some writers find that they don't know their themes until they've finished the first draft (I am one). They then rewrite with an eye toward balancing on that tightrope: not too contrived, not too rambling; does what I'm saying about the world below me actually add up to anything? Other writers pay attention to these things as they write the first draft. Either way, an awareness of the macro and micro levels of theme can provide one more tool for thinking about what you should write, and how. — Nancy Kress

Once you fight the demons that live in your heart, the ones that live outside will never knock you door. — Birdy Fogh

I am a King-"
"And I am a Saint. Shall we see whose word carries more weight? — Leigh Bardugo

Robert Downey Jr. doesn't work out like us regular folks. Adulation bathes him from the moment he arrives at his Los Angeles martial arts studio. — Stephen Rodrick

There is so much that glows in the circus, from flames to lanterns to stars. I have heard the expression "trick of the light" applied to sights within Le Cirque des Reves so frequently that I sometimes suspect the entirety of the circus is itself a complex illusion of illumination" . — Erin Morgenstern

Sex and drugs were simply not discussed in our culture at that time. — Gloria Estefan

Me and my books, in the same apartment: like a gherkin in its vinegar. — Julian Barnes