Maids Jean Genet Quotes & Sayings

Money are very difficult to think about. So, we think about money as the opportunity cost of money. So, we at some point went to a Toyota dealership and we asked people, what will you not be able to do in the future if you bought this Toyota? — Dan Ariely

There's absolutely no sort of acknowledgment or reward for this - except for the intangible of my kids growing up to be wonderful people. — Jodie Foster

Music to me is something I did as a hobby. — Pitbull

I am enjoying my face changing, as well as realizing that at the same time, as you get older, the machine isn't as well-oiled as it was. — Kate Winslet

I don't even like you. — Susan Ee

Here he comes, moving among the enemies all on his own. Do you see? He acts alone, but he is not alone. He has an army behind him, also, my army; and with our lives we will fight to defend him. — Elizabeth Wein

This precept descended from Heaven: know thyself. — Juvenal

But they are commonly more distinguished by their superiority in the latter than in the former. Their — Adam Smith

There's so little difference between television and features as far as you make the film. I mean, you have less money and it's a little quicker, but the concept is all on television. — Joe Dante

What loss is death if life is not to be lived? — R.A. Salvatore

Fragment of the Elegy on the Death of Bion
From the Greek of Moschus
Published from the Hunt manuscripts by Forman, "Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1876.
Ye Dorian woods and waves, lament aloud,
Augment your tide, O streams, with fruitless tears,
For the beloved Bion is no more.
Let every tender herb and plant and flower,
From each dejected bud and drooping bloom,
Shed dews of liquid sorrow, and with breath
Of melancholy sweetness on the wind
Diffuse its languid love; let roses blush,
Anemones grow paler for the loss
Their dells have known; and thou, O hyacinth,
Utter thy legend now - yet more, dumb flower,
Than 'Ah! alas!' - thine is no common grief
Bion the [sweetest singer] is no more.
NOTE:
_2 tears]sorrow (as alternative) Hunt manuscript — Percy Bysshe Shelley