Mendonesia Quotes & Sayings

Yet there are some people - Steve Allen would dissect comedy forever; he's a really funny guy, but he would love talking about comedy. I'm doing it right now and you all seem bored. — Bob Saget

Whenever I see the alcove of a tastefully built Japanese room, I marvel at our comprehension of the secrets of shadows, our sensitive use of shadow and light. For the beauty of the alcove is not the work of some clever device. An empty space is marked off with plain wood and plain walls, so that the light drawn into its forms dim shadows within emptiness. There is nothing more. And yet, when we gaze into the darkness that gathers behind the crossbeam, around the flower vase, beneath the shelves, though we know perfectly well it is mere shadow, we are overcome with the feeling that in this small corner of the atmosphere there reigns complete and utter silence; that here in the darkness immutable tranquility holds sway. — Jun'ichiro Tanizaki

I'm standing here in just my panties, my hand on your dick. Does it look like I want to stop?"
--Angela Abbott, in Dirty Little Secret — Sophia Ryan

You need to see what the actor needs. This one wants to be talked to privately. That one doesn't mind if you block it for them. Just tell me the truth and I'll adapt to it. — Penny Marshall

He paused, his smug grin turning wicked as his eyes met mine. We could always have sex. I hear that uses up a lot of energy. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

One is our tendency to give higher credences to propositions that we want to be true. This can show up at a very personal level, as what's known as self-serving bias: — Sean Carroll

What is dead can never die. — George R R Martin

Her wild storm had just told her he loved her, the piercing joy of his song branding her as indelibly his.
I'll be home soon, princess. — Nalini Singh

I remember that my mother had once told me that the opposit of love isn't hate, it's indifference. — Emily Giffin

All the donkeys I knew had small ears! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

It is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made and say the earth bears no harvest of sweetness - calling their denial knowledge. — George Eliot

Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is even in the grave, And thou must die. — George Herbert