Mcpeak 48 Quotes & Sayings

I was on 'Home and Away' for about three or four months. I loved it. — Brenton Thwaites

I watch HGTV like a maniac, and when it's bad, it's like some crazy college guy watching a football game. — Melissa McCarthy

Appearances can be deceiving, but the true colours of your soul remain. — Angelica Hopes

Sometimes life gives you cotton stockings. Sometimes it gives you a Chanel gown ... — Unknown

I am made of light; I am made of stars. — Miguel Angel Ruiz

Sex is the killer. Sexual love makes you feel more vulnerable than any other kind of love. That's one reason that people are so thorny and so vulnerable and so easily wounded when in love. — Vivian Gornick

What makes bitter things sweet? Hunger. — Alcuin

I did work in a bakery for one day. But the boss went off and when he came back I was lying on the floor eating cakes. — Noel Fielding

And there he would lie all day long on the lawn brooding presumably over his poetry, till he reminded one of a cat watching birds, when he had found the word, and her husband said, "Poor old Augustus--he's a true poet," which was high praise from her husband. — Virginia Woolf

You intellectuals are always so surprised to discover how fragile your body is. The mind is so robust, so remote. But muscles and bones are as simple as tied-up straw. They unravel and snap. And the more they break, the more the mind shrinks. In the moments before the cascade into death, the great intellect is reduced to a silent kernel. The mind is nothing more than a door into the dark. — Josiah Bancroft

It's not who you were, It's who you've become that matters — Jeff Radford

I was just asking Chad [Myers], how can you get a volcano in Iceland? Isn't it too- when you think of a volcano, you think of Hawaii and long words like that. You don't think of Iceland.You think it's too cold to have a volcano there. — Rick Sanchez

Once they were sitting at the kitchen table opposite each other. To his right and to her left was a window. Furious at something he drew his right hand across his body and lashed out. Half way there at full speed he realized it was a window he would be hitting and breaked. For a fraction of a second hid open palm touched the glass, beginning simultaneously to draw back. The window scarred and crumpled slowly two floors down. His hand miraculously uncut. It had acted exactly like a whip violating the target and still free, retreating from the outline of a star. She was delighted by the performance. Surprised he examined his fingers. [p.16] — Michael Ondaatje