Morgan Greer Quotes & Sayings

If you bury your face in your tear-stained pillow and beg God to please send you your soul mate, may you not slur your words in such a way that they sound like "cell mate." — Rob Brezsny

Liesl & Po is the embodiment of what writing has always been for me at its purest and most basic - not a paycheck, certainly; not an idea, even; and not an escape. Actually, it is the opposite of an escape; it is a way back in, a way to enter and make sense of a world that occasionally seems harsh and terrible and mystifying,
And, of course, it is a way of finding a happy ending - even, or especially, when the happy ending is denied me in real life. Let it be an escape for its readers. For me, it is a way of not letting go. — Lauren Oliver

Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother
About one vice and fall into another. — Alexander Pope

Did she watch Newsies? Tell me she watched Newsies.
Twice. — Chloe Neill

Regardless of the threat he conveyed, he appeared completely relaxed, as if he were caressing a kitten and not a deadly weapon. — Nashoda Rose

Men must learn now with pity to dispense;
For policy sits above conscience. — William Shakespeare

Fuck you and your memories."
"And fuck you and your defiance, Dayton. — Emma Hart

I had never been good with words. On the path from my heart to my brain to my mouth, phrases became twisted and hopelessly convoluted. The intent - what I meant to say - never quite made it out. — Gabrielle Zevin

As Geoff Ralston, a YC partner, told us: people don't really change, they just become better actors. — Antonio Garcia Martinez

There are some great roles mostly in Shakespeare's tragedies which no one can play at full strength from beginning to end. One simply hopes that one can hit the peaks as often as one has the strength. — Peggy Ashcroft

I have to have coffee in the morning. — Olivia Culpo

Let the devil catch you but by a single hair, and you are his forever. — Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

All she saw, down in the cellar well beneath the stoop, was a light yellow feather with a tip of green. And she had never named him. Had called him "my parrot" all these years. "My parrot." "Love you. "Love you."
Did the dogs get him? Or did he get the message - that she said, "My parrot" and he said, "Love you," and she had never said it back or even taken the trouble to name him - and manage somehow to fly away on wings that had not soared for six years. — Toni Morrison