Manyer Quotes & Sayings

A risk to own anything: a car, a pair of shoes, a packet of cigarettes. Not enough to go around, not enough cars, shoes, cigarettes. Too many people, too few things. What there is must go into circulation, so that everyone can have a chance to be happy for a day. That is the theory; hold to the theory and to the comforts of theory. Not human evil, just a vast circulatory system, to whose workings pity and terror are irrelevant. That is how one must see life in this country: in its schematic aspect. Otherwise one could go mad. Cars, shoes; women too. There must be some niche in the system for women and what happens to them. — J.M. Coetzee

Sunshine, it's the Celt wanting a little reassurance that I haven't eaten you or anything. (Vane) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

we must by every means implant in the field of our heart the seeds of the virtues, faith, hope in God, and love for God and our neighbour, — John Of Kronstadt

My father would go shopping, and he was supposed to buy loo roll or something, but he'd always come back with some fish or shellfish. And we've always had fresh vegetables from the garden. He is a massively keen gardener, so he grew all our tomatoes, artichokes, asparagus - whenever he wasn't working, he was in the garden. — Tom Parker Bowles

If you don't want somwone to change your life for you, you've got to change it yourself. (Vanishing Acts, pg. 339) — Jodi Picoult

Vianello had the knack of getting people to talk. Especially if they were Venetians, the people he interviewed invariably warmed to this large, sweet-tempered man who gave every appearance of speaking Italian reluctantly, who was only too glad to lapse into their common dialect, a linguistic change that often carried its speakers along to unconscious revelation. — Donna Leon

One reason to fashion a story is to lift a grudge. — Bobbie Ann Mason

A fashion faux pas is what happens when you're not confident with yourself. — Loulou De La Falaise

I've often thought, I'm nobody. Why would God answer my prayer? But God's not impressed by eloquence; he's impressed by our longing for him. — Stormie O'martian