Maskt Quotes & Sayings

I was born the son of a lawless man, always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand. — Christopher Cross

We make families of our own, Travis whispered in my arms on the last night we spent together. It starts with you and me and then it spreads. And whatever happens, there'll always be a part of me that's part of you. No matter what. — Steve Kluger

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered. — Julie Anne Peters

Logic cannot comprehend love; so much the worse for logic. — N. T. Wright

I take the world to be but as a stage,Where net-maskt men do play their personage. — Guillaume De Salluste Du Bartas

This is the truth: You lose some things because you didn't see the darkness rushing toward you. Some things disappear because it all snuck up on you so quickly and quietly, and you weren't paying attention. Okay. But once in a while a loss is preventable. You can stop it. And if you don't, you are to blame. The trick is knowing which is which. — Lauren Fox

TV started for me just as a means of keeping my husband Desi off the road. He'd been on tour with his band since he got out of the Army, and we were in our 11th year of marriage and wanted to have children. — Lucille Ball

And that's all this Prime Minister needed, a nice multi-syllable word like destabilization to turn it into a fucking jingle. But he threw us on the defensive in a way that I'll make sure never happens again. Of course the only people listening was Penthouse magazine. Goddamn, what does it mean when the conscience of America airbrushes pussy for a living? — Marlon James

I love you, Allie. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, every day we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours.
And, my darling, you will always be mine. — Nicholas Sparks

I love to write quartets. One could say that this is a mania. — Heitor Villa-Lobos

For Sabina, living in truth, lying neither to ourselves nor to others, was possible only away from the public: the moment someone keeps an eye on what we do, we involuntarily make allowances for that eye, and nothing we do is truthful. Having a public, keeping a public in mind, means living in lies. — Milan Kundera