Malformation Chiari Quotes & Sayings

Death wears a ball gown. — Lisa Mantchev

People are forever finding something wrong with you. — Brigitte Bardot

The journey into adoption started for my parents, as it does with so many families: my mother and father desperately wanted to have kids, but they couldn't. — Marcus Samuelsson

Scarcely a human being in the course of history has fallen to a woman's rifle; the vast majority of birds and beasts have been killed by you, not by us. Obviously there is for you some glory, some necessity, some satisfaction in fighting which we have never felt or enjoyed. — Virginia Woolf

When I'm singing at the piano and I'm having a really nice fun day singing, if I have a headache, the headache will immediately dissipate just the notes going through my head. — Gino Vannelli

Throw down her expectations, throw up her hands, and enjoy the ride. Because it's not going to turn out the way she thought it would. It's going to turn out so much better. — Mandy Hale

I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may, - light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful. — John Constable

The truth is I studied fine arts in Switzerland. I was just interested. I had no dream of being a movie star. — Sarah Carter

One naked star has waded through
The purple shallows of the night,
And faltering as falls the dew
It drips its misty light. — James Whitcomb Riley

The reason I was angry all the time was that Gloria Steinem and all those people, without reading my work, were saying all these horrible things against me. — Camille Paglia

There is nothing wrong with my heart except for wanting a peaceful world. — Jeremy Corbyn

If wine disappeared from human production, I believe there would be, in the health and intellect of the planet, a void, a deficiency far more terrible than all the excesses and deviations for which wine is made responsible. Is it not reasonable to suggest that people that never drink wine, whether naive or doctrinaire, are fools or hypocrites ... ? — Charles Baudelaire