Lisardo Actor Quotes & Sayings

Certain shades of limelight wreck a girl's complexion. — Holly Golightly

We accomplish much more when we are working WITH Him than when we are working for Him! — Evinda Lepins

That's me, I'm emotional. — David Wells

Some people's taste is to an educated taste as is the visual impression received by a purblind eye to that of a normal eye. Where a normal eye will see something clearly articulated, a weak eye will see a blurred patch of colour. — Ludwig Wittgenstein

Sexism is discounting the female experience of powerlessness; the new sexism is discounting the male experience of powerlessness. — Warren Farrell

As music is the poetry of sound, so is painting the poetry of sight and the subject-matter has nothing to do with harmony of sound or of color. — James Whistler

Without music, our culture is a poor and soulless place where people simply exist but cease to live. — Jennifer Coburn

It occurred to him that she had spent these last few years entirely among men, seeing no women apart from a few like Louisa Wogan; she spoke rather as men, and somewhat raffish, moneyed, loose-living men, speak when they are alone together. 'She has forgotten the distinction between what can and what cannot be said,' he reflected. 'A few more years of this company, and she would not scruple to fart. — Patrick O'Brian

He waited in silence for the blindfold to be tied firmly at the back of his head. 'Right,' said Wilkins, emphatically. 'That should do. How many fingers am I holding up?' 'Three,' said Thomas. 'God damn it to hell, how did you know that? Can you see through the cloth?' 'No. It was a guess.' 'Well you're not supposed to guess. For crying out loud, I'm trying to make sure that you can't see where we're going. We're not here to play guessing games. How many fingers am I holding up?' 'I've no idea. I can't see a bloody thing.' 'Good. It was four, by the way. Not that it matters. Now shut up. — Jonathan Coe

Perhaps creating something is nothing but an act of profound remembrance. — Rainer Maria Rilke

He felt like normal. Filled with anxiety, dread, sure. But even that wasn't unusual ... — John Ajvide Lindqvist