Modeliste Styliste Quotes & Sayings

Each person walks a journey unique to himself or herself. Live your own journey and run your own race. — Winsome Campbell-Green

I think I realized that Dave Barry was funnier than I'll ever be, and he made no attempt to make any actual points. He had a general libertarian point of view, but in general, he just liked to make jokes. — Joel Stein

Day's work is still to do, Whatever the day's doom. — Christopher Fry

The cry of a baby is God's voice: never drive them away from the church! — Pope Francis

I have never seen a place like Paris for varieties of sexual provender. as soon as a woman loses a front tooth or an eye or a leg she goes on the lose. In America she'd starve to death if she had nothing to recommend her but a mutilation. Here it is different. A missing tooth or a nose eaten away or a fallen womb, any misfortune that aggravates the natural homeliness of the female, seems to be regarded as an added spice, a stimulant for the jaded appetites of the male. — Henry Miller

Local politics, like everything else, are not what they used to be. But the fact is that our political system - like our physical existence - still breaks down along geographical lines. — Eric Alterman

The history of Napoleon now becomes, for 12 momentous years, the history of mankind. — John Holland Rose

If I had done everything I'm credited with, I'd be speaking to you from a laboratory jar at Harvard. — Frank Sinatra

In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end. — Gabrielle Zevin

We all must try to be good. — F Scott Fitzgerald

I was under the impression that one became a policeman because one believes in rules and regulations." "I think Sven became a policeman because he believes in justice. — Fredrik Backman

The voices of women need to be heard. The volume needs to be turned up. — Ann Bancroft

I went to an all-girls' Christian convent school run by nuns. It was fun, but when I was 15, I said, 'Mum, that's it - I need to go where there are some boys.' — Freida Pinto

Tears are the water that wash our souls. — Corrie Mitchell

I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who would jump through the open window by my bed in the middle of the night and land on my chest. I'd half-awaken. He'd stick his skull under my nose and purr, stinking of urine and blood. Some nights he kneaded my bare chest with his front paws, powerfully, arching his back, as if sharpening his claws, or pummeling a mother for milk. And some mornings I'd wake in daylight to find my body covered with paw prints in blood; I looked as though I'd been painted with roses. — Annie Dillard