Mangeons French Quotes & Sayings

True joy results when we become aware of our connectedness to everything. — Paul Pearsall

Ya back home they call me the tie-dye shirt kid, well that and fagot. — Bo Burnham

If you aren't opening doors for people, you are closing them! — Marshall Goldsmith

Dreams were the stepping stones to glory.
By pursuing them, he had attained a level of success that exceeded most men's reach and acquired all that he had set out to gain: Land, cattle, and wealth beyond his highest expectations.
Yet, desperation gnawed at him like a starving dog that had just discovered a buried bone, and as he gazed at the stars that blanketed the velvety sky, he felt as though he had achieved nothing. — Lorraine Heath

Sometimes all the choices are poor ones, Fool, and still a man must choose. — Robin Hobb

Eureka! [I have found it!] On discovery of a method to test the purity of gold. — Archimedes

His words were: hello, good-bye, yes, no, please, thank you, okay, sorry, and suck my dick. He — Christopher Moore

I got to work with my wife, Lena Olin, for the first time, which was great. I thought it might be difficult in some way to talk to one's wife in a different way but it was so not forced. — Lasse Hallstrom

I direct my attention to the individual, to make him strong, to teach him that he himself is divine, and I call upon men to make themselves conscious of this divinity within. That is really the ideal
conscious or unconscious
of every religion. — Swami Vivekananda

It would not be the first time that Jove and Stella had covered the traces of where I began and where they ended. I liked the playfulness of the lovers' argument: who are you and who am I? Which of us is which? Liked it less when the erotic twinhood developed into forged letters and faked signatures. — Jeanette Winterson

Instead of writing it wrong six times and then writing it right, I think it wrong six times and then write it right the seventh time. — Fran Lebowitz

He is life's liberating force. He is release of limbs and communion through dance. He is laughter, and music in flutes. He is repose from all cares
he is sleep! When his blood bursts from the grape and flows across tables laid in his honor to fuse with our blood, he gently, gradually, wraps us in shadows of ivy-cool sleep. — Euripides