Lyda Quotes & Sayings

It is in the hour of trial that a man finds his true profession. — George Bernard Shaw

Some people talk about children wanting to be born as though somewhere out there in the collective unconscious there's a spirit, or a thought or an idea that wants to be born. And I sometimes feel that way about stories ... that they're there and they want to be told. — Ann-Marie MacDonald

The most overrated tool: a pasta maker. Why make it when you can buy it? It's a lot of work! — Ina Garten

I never sleep. Like the dolphin and the spiny anteater, I don't experience REM. Unlike the dreamless mammals, I'm a construct. I am a living program inside a vast network of electronic impulses known as the LINK. In that datastream I've uncovered the meaning of another kind of dreaming
that of a fond hope or aspiration, a yearning, a desire, or a passion. This much I have. When I dream, I dream of Mecca. — Lyda Morehouse

Lyda was an exuberant, even a dramatic gardener ... She was always holding up a lettuce or a bunch of radishes with an air of resolute courage, as though she had shot them herself. — Renata Adler

She started telling Lyda stories, odd nameless placeless stories, about the man and the woman, myths or memories, perhaps from her own childhood. — Julianna Baggott

Almsgiving is a major tenet of Islam. It's also a kick in the pants of the highest order. Nothing is as cool as skimming off a couple of hundred thousand from some multinational corporation and handing it out to random strangers. Or writing a harmless little virus that makes credit counters "forget" to send a surcharge back to the bank after each purchase. Oh, sure, technically I'm supposed to give away my own money, but whatever. I'm sure Allah gets the spirit of what I'm doing here. — Lyda Morehouse

It is not very romantic, but reality is a better basis for building a relationship than fantasizing about a soul mate or counting on a god to find you a partner. — Darrel Ray

My mind mellows now, and I sit back, glad to be done with a busy day. Evening's tranquility presents a chance to settle in with myself and with You. It is the time of day that I most often reflect on who I am and what my life means. — Hope Lyda

I don't want to be thought of as wholesome. — Julie Andrews

A theater person should know what holds an audience and what does not. — Robert Ludlum

Great designers seldom make great advertising men, because they get overcome by the beauty of the picture - and forget that merchandise must be sold. — James Randolph Adams

A comfortable silence fell over us while we watched the TV, when a foul stench assaulted my nose. I almost gagged. "Jesus. Was that you?" Kira sat up, pushing me off him. "It was you! Fucking hell, Matt. What did you eat today?" Then Oscar yawned and stretched out on the rug on the floor, looking rather pleased with himself. — N.R. Walker

Luckily ... there were Zulus and Afghans, also the Dervishes in the Soudan. Some of these might, if they were well-disposed, 'put up a show' some day. — Winston Churchill

Where was this written? I wondered. Where in the Talmud or the Koran or the Bible did it say, "Lo, and Satan fetcheth the coffee for the Antichrist and her minions"? — Lyda Morehouse

That imperial guard which poets and humanists mount in relay around any great memory. — Marguerite Yourcenar

As my friend, I liked you," I whispered. "As my enemy, I craved you. As a fighter, I loved you, and as my wife" - I slid the ring the rest of the way on - "I keep you." I squeezed her hand. "Forever," I promised. — Penelope Douglas

I went to New York City to Columbia University, and with the first directing exercise, I knew I was a director. — Patricia Riggen

My expectations of other people, I double them on myself. — James Brown

I'm really not livable with when I'm rehearsing because I'm living the character. — Donald Sinden

Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road. — Bob Dylan