Metaphoricalgoodbye Quotes & Sayings

Any fool can tell a crisis when it arrives. The real service to the state is to detect it in embryo. — Isaac Asimov

Father's snoring grows to sound increasingly like a vacuum cleaner in heat. — Margaret Halsey

And the real thing can kill you whether you believe in it or not. — R.A. Salvatore

Making a film is like going down a mine-once you've started you bid a metaphoricalgoodbye to the daylight and the outside world for the duration. — John Schlesinger

But we made a decision based on the fact that we have been up there a long time and that we feel that the seniority is important to the people of Louisiana. — John Breaux

Consider the odd morphology of regret. — Wallace Stevens

I really came to literature through poetry. — Cheryl Strayed

Don't talk foolish," I said. His voice was coming from very far away, and it frightened me. "'Tis only talk," he assured me, grinning. "And I'd think it unlikely that the priests would welcome a heathen like myself into their number. Besides, my ghost will be busy enough, watching over you." "Do you mean to haunt me, then?" "Ay." His eyes were very warm on mine. "You'll not be rid of me so easily. — Susanna Kearsley

You don't go to a town to present the play and have applause at the end of it, but that's benign conquest. It's a glorious way of exploring other landscapes and other cultures in a very life-affirming way. — Ben Kingsley

I am a very committed wife. And I should be committed too - for being married so many times. — Elizabeth Taylor

Libraries hold the wisdom of the world and the stories of the ages - available to everyone, free of charge! — Linda Sue Park

We were taught to be dependable, responsible, the top of our classes at school, the most organized and efficient babysitters in town, the very miniature models of our hardworking farmer/nurse mother, a pair of junior Swiss Army knives, born to multitask. — Elizabeth Gilbert

Whatsoever is in the heart of the sober man, is in the mouth of the drunkard. — John Lyly

And they realize it is just the two of them now, when the father has gone and the children are left alone in the funhouse, they stand in silence, the fat lady and the short man with one arm, and try to look only at the mirrors, but a gust of happiness that seems to have no borders, bliss without an edge, envelops them, and exhausted by the stress of desire, hilarious with happiness, they turn toward each other and kiss (and kiss and kiss), and their turn, their kiss, was shattered, multiplied in the mirrors above. — Susan Sontag

I love fashion. Over the past year I've got heavily into it. — Joe Jonas