Lisette Quotes & Sayings

Lauren swallowed. "Lisette also told me ... you weren't house-trained." He gave her a knowing look, but said only, "She had one out of two things right. — Joey W. Hill

Don't shoot til the subject hits you in the pit of your stomach. — Lisette Model

How was Ambrose?"
"Starving, as usual. I swear he wants to nurse every two hours."
Zoe grinned. "It's because he's a boy." She pulled out some sheet music and began hunting through it for another selection. "Lisette says that Eugene nearly drove her mad. Even the wet nurse she used when she and Max came up to Winborough complained that she'd never seen a babe so lusty. But Claudine didn't give Lisette a bit of trouble. My little Drina was never a problem, either."
"Just as I always suspected," Jane said. "Men are insatiable from birth."
Dom's eyes twinkled at her. "In some things, anyway."
Her stomach flipped over. Dr. Worth had only yesterday told her that they could resume marital relations, but in all the chaos of the coronation preparations she hadn't had a chance to tell Dom. — Sabrina Jeffries

The snapshot has no pretense or ambition. Innocence is the quintessence of the snapshot. I wish to distinguish between innocence and ignorance. Innocence is one of the highest forms of being and ignorance is one of the lowest. — Lisette Model

Never take a picture of anything you are not passionately interested in. — Lisette Model

Photography through the camera is an instrument of detection. We photograph not only what we know, but also what we don't know. — Lisette Model

My hearts desired divine twins,
My guardian angels,
Jeremias-Jean Joachim Akita
Lia-Lachelle Lisette Akita — Lailah Gifty Akita

We can talk about our dreams all night, Lisette. We can talk forever, for the rest of our lives, living one adventure after another, I promise. But not now, my darling Lisette. For now, all I can think of is the brilliance of yet another ancient Greek, Sophocles. He said, 'One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life-that word is love.' I love you, Lisette. You bring my life joy I've never known. Please, marry me. — Kasey Michaels

If you feel joy when you do something unselfish for him, and would just as soon do it in secret as openly, then that rings of the true metal — Susan Vreeland

Currently, the scent of rising dough and hot berries was being sucked through the old air-conditioning unit and spread throughout the main house. This was Lisette's rebellion. She was cooking for guests who weren't coming. It was as if nothing bad could happen if she just kept going. Like a wheel in motion, she seemed to think no one could stop her, or make her leave, once she started. — Sarah Addison Allen

Close up she saw that Molina's eyes were beautiful and dark thik eye lashed the way Lisette's mother tried to make hers with a mascara brush. The skin beneath Molina's eyes were soft and bruised looking and on her throat were tiny dark moles. It did not seem right that a woman like Molina, who you could tell was a mother-her body was a mother's body for sure, wide hips-could be a cop;it did not seem right that this person was carrying a gun, in a holster attached to leather belt, and that she could use it, if she wanted to. — Joyce Carol Oates

O lovely river of Yvette!
O darling river! like a bride,
Some dimpled, bashful, fair Lisette
Thou goest to wed the Orge's tide.
O lovely river Yvette!
O darling stream! on balanced wings
The wood-birds sang the chansonnette
That here a wandering poet sings. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In the inky stillness of the next morning, Lisette woke up and dressed quietly in the silks her elderly mother still sent her from Paris- cool slippery things that made her feel like she was covering herself with fresh air. For a while, after she left Paris, Lisette threw away her mother's packages on principle. Lisette was not the same vain pretty girl her mother had once known. But then Lisette started making an exception for the lingerie. It was not vain if no one but herself saw her wear them. She then put on a blue dress and a freshly laundered apron that smelled like lemongrass soap Eby used for the camp's sheets and towels, the only soap that could take out the damp mustiness that wanted to cling to everything in this place. — Sarah Addison Allen

I just picked up a camera without any kind of ambition to be good or bad. And especially without any ambition to make a living ... My whole freedom working in photography comes because I say to myself, Let's see what is going on in this world. Let's find out. How do these people look? — Lisette Model

Speed, the fundamental condition of the activities of our day is the power of photography, indeed the modern art of today, the art of the split second. — Lisette Model

The girl was beautiful, her skin like fresh cream and her long hair so dark it seemed to suck the color out of everything it surrounded. She was small. French women all seemed to be small-boned bird creatures, delicate in a way Eby could never be. — Sarah Addison Allen

Lisette set out browned chicken, warm butternut squash salad, blue potatoes, and blackberry bread with a crust of sugar that looked like ice crystals. — Sarah Addison Allen

For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life. — Sarah Addison Allen

New images surround us everywhere. They are invisible only because of sterile routine convention and fear. To find these images is to dare to see, to be aware of what there is and how it is. The photographer not only gets information, he gives information about life. — Lisette Model

I am a pationate lover of the snapshot, because of all photographic images, it comes closest to the truth ... the snapshooter['s] pictures have an apparent disorder and imperfection which is exactly their appeal and their style. — Lisette Model

It is the surface I am interested in. Because the surface is the inside. — Lisette Model

Lisette was born without the ability to speak, but she'd been brazen with written words as a child, substituting a sharp tongue for a poison pen. — Sarah Addison Allen

Brown eyes, so dark they appeared black, met hers and struggled to focus.
His hand moved under hers, turning so he could curl his fingers around hers.
"This had better not be another fucking fantasy," he muttered. — Dianne Duvall

I would never betray you," she responded automatically, then bit her lip.
He raised one eyebrow.
"Okay, other that boinking your enemy, I would never betray you," she qualified.
He huffed a laugh, "Boinking?"
"I believe that's one of Sheldon's terms. — Dianne Duvall

There are an awful lot of people in the world and it's going to be terribly hard to photograph all of them ... It was my teacher Lisette Model who finally made it clear to me that the more specific you are, the more general it will be. — Diane Arbus

Photography starts with the projection of the photographer, his understanding of life and himself into the picture. — Lisette Model

She was enchanting. He loved the notes she wrote in her pretty handwriting, the way she smelled, like oranges and dough, the savage blackness of her hair. — Sarah Addison Allen

I am a passionate lover of the snapshot, because of all photographic images it comes closest to truth. — Lisette Model

Photography is the easiest art, which perhaps makes it the hardest. — Lisette Model

This photographic thing has changed the entire vision of the world. It will go through every activity of humanity - science, medicine, space, ESP, for peace, against peace, entertainment, television, movies, all of them - you will not find one without photography. — Lisette Model

I have often been asked what I wanted to prove by my photographs. The answer is, I don't want to prove anything. They prove to me, and I am the one who gets the lesson. — Lisette Model

This summer I'd been spending a lot of time on other people's deaths. Harley's. Lisette's. But somehow it had helped me feel alive. Because they weren't my deaths. The ones that were my own were too hard to face. — Ally Condie

They say my prints are bad, darling they should see my negatives — Lisette Model

I looked at the things again. Screwdriver, purple toothbrush, map. I thought about how Leo had helped me get a job and how he let us watch Times of Our Seasons at his house every day and how he listened whenever I talked about Ben and my dad but also didn't expect me to talk about Ben or my dad and how Leo always shared the lollipops from the bank with me. (And now I'd given him one back.) How he'd shown me The Tempest with Lisette Chamberlain as Miranda. How he'd completely understood when I'd cried after I'd seen it.
And a thought came to my mind. Even though I'd only known him for part of a summer.
Leo Bishop might be the best friend I'd ever had. — Ally Condie

The snapshooter's pictures have an apparent disorder and imperfection, which is exactly their appeal and their style. The picture isn't straight. It isn't done well. It isn't composed. It isn't thought out. And out of this imbalance, and out of this not knowing, and out of this real innocence toward the medium comes an enormous vitality and expression of life. — Lisette Model

In that moment, Lisette loved that man.
Loud complaints erupted, accomplished by the usual slurs slung at the immortal black sheep.
Bastien shrugged them off as his gaze met hers.
Thank you, she told him telepatheically.
His lips tilted up the tiniest bit.
Unfortunately, Seth and David both picked up on the thought and turned back to her with matching frowns, gazes sharpening.
Merde.
"Why haven't you been around lately?" Seth queried. — Dianne Duvall

The cake sitting on the dining room buffet table was wide and three layers tall. There was a fondant topper shaped like a branch, and from that branch draped candy strings of Spanish moss, flowing down the side of the cake like a veil. Bey kept looking over it. Why did Lisette make it so large? They were going to be eating cake for weeks. — Sarah Addison Allen

Sheldon entered the living room with Jenna's son, John
"What'd we miss?" Sheldon asked with a smile.
While Seth and David abandoned the group, all eyes went from Sheldon to Tracy to Sheldon to Tracy and back to Sheldon again.
It was like watching a tennis match.
And poor Tracy ...
Lisette had never seen her look so stricken.
"Well?" Sheldon prodded, when no answer came.
Sean cleared his throat. "Tracy's been having sex dreams about you."
Krysta swatted her brother on the back of the head. — Dianne Duvall