Marelle Hoeppner Quotes & Sayings

Your swoonin' needs work." his accent was back. "so does your alias," I snapped. "Dr.Smith? Seriously? Why not John Doe? And how is it that everybody around here seems to buy you're a doctor? you don't look enough to drink, let alone practice medicine — Erica O'Rourke

Long-standing togetherness writes permanent changes into a brain's open book. In a relationship, one mind revises another; one heart changes its partner. (144) — Thomas Lewis

They make the greatest show of what they have done, who have done least. — Baltasar Gracian

And when I protested a bit more, I remember he said, 'My dear Lady Ponsonby, there's nothing immoral about this. Art is only immoral when practiced by amateurs. It's the same with medicine. You wouldn't refuse to undress before your doctor, would you? — Roald Dahl

Satan hates God for His own sake, and everything that is dear to God he hates for the very reason that God loves it. — Aiden Wilson Tozer

Medical marijuana users are now lobbying for the right to carry firearms. Because no one is a better shot than a stoned old man with glaucoma. — Conan O'Brien

I am well aware that a chef is only as good as his last meal. — Gordon Ramsay

A gentleman is mindful no less of the freedom of others than of his own dignity. — Livy

What's wonderful about Tolkien and Shakespeare is that they show up your own individual microscope. They're so infinitely vast. You can reinterpret them in so many ways. — Andy Serkis

I used to watch actors and say, 'You poor suckers, that job looks miserable.' — Evangeline Lilly

I bought the Heartbreak Hotel, on my own with no investors. Closed it down and opened the Fuck You, Get Over It bed and breakfast. — Scroobius Pip

An agreement cannot be the result of an imposition. — Nestor Kirchner

In all the mad incongruity, the turgid stultiloquy of life, I felt, at least, securely anchored to myself. Whatever the vacillations of other people, I thought myself terrifically constant. But now, here I am, dragging a frayed line, and my anchor gone. — John Steinbeck