Memorial Garden Stone Quotes & Sayings

Actors, who should pride themselves on their singularity, are forever trying to be someone else. It isn't necessary for you, the actor, to like yourself - self-love isn't easy to come by for most of us - but you must learn to trust who you are. There is no one else like you. — Michael Shurtleff

Sometimes we don't know how afraid we are until we've reached a strange door and we don't know what will be on the other side. — Lauren DeStefano

Colour is everything, black and white is more. — Dominic Rouse

He can switch from one view to another with frightening ease. I think it is a sign of being accustomed to such power that the truth does not matter because you cannot be contradicted. — Anna Funder

Can you evade the dying of the brightness?
Or do you evade only its warning?
Where are you left if you miss the message the blue nights bring? — Joan Didion

But don't get me wrong. As far as a man and a woman is concerned, I'm awfully happy there's a thing called sex. It's an extra something God gave us. I see no reason why it shouldn't be in pictures. Healthy, lusty sex is wonderful. — John Wayne

Henry, what the hell-"
"She wants to fuck me up the butt, Ben." Henry stepped forward and wrapped Ben in a hug. "Hold me. — Tiffany Reisz

After all perhaps the greatness of art lies in the perpetual tension between beauty and pain, the love of men and the madness of creation, unbearable solitude and the exhausting crowd, rejection and consent. — Albert Camus

Coach (Bear) Bryant wanted to see who was tough in the spring, who he could count on in the fall. — Gene Stallings

Pride and love can't live in the same heart; one will surely die. — Mykisha Mac

Your reason and your passion are your rudder and sails of your seafaring soul, if either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction. — Kahlil Gibran

On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth: Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare. — Walter Scott

My nights are a nightmare, quite often, but the nightmares are rich. I nourish myself by those nights. — Aharon Appelfeld

I was lucky enough to marry a wonderful chef. — Mehmet Oz