Lothed Quotes & Sayings

People in hotels strike no roots. The French phrase for chronic hotel guests even says so; they are called dwellers sur la branche. — E. V. Lucas

What the Commission is seeking cuts the heart out of the strategic rationale of our deal. — Jack Welch

From that first meeting, I totally loved working with Joey, it was a real collaboration. — Ronnie Spector

Wal-Mart does not do big mergers, though it will buy much smaller competitors in so-called 'tuck-in acquisitions.' — Alex Berenson

It's a miserable life in Hollywood. You're up at five or six o'clock in the morning to be ready to start shooting at nine. — William Wyler

That's not what I'm asking. I'm asking, what's your vice and what brand of trouble does it lead to? — Neal Stephenson

Messi is the number one. No other player is close to him. — Diego Simeone

I have a business appointment that I am anxious ... to miss. — Oscar Wilde

If the paying public demands naturalistic art, then an artist can use his skills to produce such pictures - but these are to be clearly distinguished from the artist's own art. — Piet Mondrian

When we are honest - that's my saying - if we are honest then we will reveal ourselves. But we do not have to make an effort to be individualistic, different from others. — Josef Albers

I wanted to discuss my life with him not as a patient talking to an analyst but as if we were two literary critics discussing a novel ... I had a literature rather than a personality, a set of fictions about myself. — Anatole Broyard

I love a Dustbuster. You go around, pick up little crumbs, and everything is nice again. — Joy Behar

I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. — James Joyce

For him, Halloween was not All Hallows Eve — Susan Cooper