Mel Cooley Quotes & Sayings

If you want to know about my politics, the only way to do that is to look at my work. — Tommy Lee Jones

You can decorate absence however you want- but your still gonna feel what's missing. — Siobhan Vivian

In Montana, a policeman will pull you over because he is lonely. — Rich Hall

Pronouncement of experts to the effect that something cannot be done has always irritated me. — Leo Szilard

In many ways, theatre is more rewarding for a writer. I used to think it was like painting a wall - that when the play is finished, it's done - but now I realise it's more like gardening; you plant the thing, then you have to constantly tend it. You're part of a thing that's living. — Lee Hall

I don't know why his lawyers didn't tell him, 'You don't have to answer any questions about your private life, Mr. President. Let them sue you. Take the heat. You don't have to answer.' — Chris Matthews

Romance is the truth of imagination and boyhood. Homer's horses clear the world at a bound. The child's eye needs no horizon to its prospect. The oriental tale is not too vast. Pearls dropping from trees are only falling leaves in autumn. The palace that grew up in a night merely awakens a wish to live in it. The impossibilities of fifty years are the commonplaces of five. — Robert Aris Willmott

Flannery O'Connor's brief life and slim output were nonetheless marked by piercing powers of observation. — Floyd Skloot

People never know what they are capable of until all other options run out. — Lance Conrad

I woke today ready to think outside the box. I can't remember where I put it. — Neil Leckman

The cruelest thing you can do to
someone is force them to hurt alone — Chris Colfer

We are always an example to those whom we are teaching and training, whether we like it or not. — Colin Marshall

There is an elementary level of trust that is necessary for community. You have to be able to trust that your neighbors aren't going to look into your mailbox. — Howard Rheingold

Celaena peered in the mirror - and stopped dead.
The somewhat shorter hair was the least of the changes.
She was now flushed with color, her eyes bright and clear, and though she'd regained the weight she'd lost during that winter, her face was leaner. A woman - a woman was smiling back at her, beautiful for every scar and imperfection and mark of survival, beautiful for the fact that the smile was real, and she felt it kindle the long-slumbering joy in her heart. — Sarah J. Maas