Marck And Associates Quotes & Sayings

What frightens me is that men are content with what is not life at all. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And I hold my head high toward my big entrance, hand in hand with the boy who gave me the moon and the stars. — Stephanie Perkins

These two sections [of Irene Nemirovsky's Suite Francaise], plus some of the author's notes, are all we have
this in itself is a tragedy and waste of war. Had this novel been finished we would be hailing it as one of the supreme works of literature. As it stands, it is like a great cathedral gutted by a bomb. The ruined shell still soars to heaven, a reminder of the human spirit triumphing despite human destructiveness. — Irene Nemirovsky

In TV, you're basically shooting an episode in 10 to 14 days; 14 days is a luxury situation. And in film, you have anywhere from a month to three months, or it can be even longer than that, depending on what the production is. — Chadwick Boseman

Much more than a 20th-century village storyteller, Cees Nooteboom stands as an impressive and inimitable voice among contemporary writers. — Linda Simon

While they talked they remembered the years of their youth, and each thought of the other as he had been at another time. — John Edward Williams

Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave. — James Russell Lowell

True love is like a pair of socks: you gotta have two and they've gotta match. — Erich Fromm

I am a bit of a daydreamer. — Matt Lucas

Alex looks around at Heph, at Diodotus, at handsome Telekles and round-faced Phrixos, — Eleanor Herman

Sadly, I can't avoid being 75. Like many people of my age, we are all heading towards the grim reaper, and I am clinging on. I just to have to sharpen my fingernails a little so that I can hang on for longer! — Terry Wogan

There are admirable potentialities in every human being. — Andre Gide

Hollow, melting the final bits of ice from the bare trees. Steam rose from the soil like a phantom, carrying with it a whisper of autumn smoke that had been lying dormant in the frosty underground. — Jonathan Auxier