Moschellas Quotes & Sayings

Laramie had smiled at Dana. "You just can't stand one of your cousins making a clean getaway. — B. J. Daniels

I'll tell you one thing about me, and that is that I'm not to keen on being bossed around. If, say, my Mom tells me to empty the dishwasher, I like to wait a little bit, you know, not hop up and do it right away, because then it feels more like my own idea. That's a little problematic when you have an actual boss. — Deb Caletti

Art is an attempt to integrate evil. — Simone De Beauvoir

There isn't a woman player in the world I can't give knights-odds to and still beat. — Bobby Fischer

Always believe in yourself because you never know,
your time could be now. — Charmaine Theron

Actually, it's not the impertinence I'm punishing him for, it's that he let other people know what he wanted. — Douglas Coupland

At times we feel outnumbered in our attempts to improve the world - to brighten and beautify, to preserve and heal and do what's best for humanity. Selfless efforts can start to feel beleaguering, discouraging, even pointless with so little support. It is at these times I remind myself that I would rather be the last Good Samaritan standing than to join the ranks of selfish multitudes creating misery. — Richelle E. Goodrich

The war never leaves — Victoria Aveyard

Any father likes his son to take over from him if possible. — Nicky Oppenheimer

The art of dining well is no slight art, the pleasure no slight pleasure. — Michel De Montaigne

Everyone wants to win. But to truly succeed - whether it is at a sport or at your job or in life - you have to be willing to do the hard work, overcome the challenges, and make the sacrifices it takes to be the best at what you do. — Ronda Rousey

I think everything I have done in my life, my reasons at the time were right no matter how things worked out. — Steve Wozniak

Everything is selling. Nothing happens in this world, nothing comes into this world, until somebody makes a sale. — Richard Yates

Something quite remote from anything the builders intended has come out of their work, and out of the fierce little human tragedy in which I played; something none of us thought about at the time: a small red flame
a beaten-copper lamp of deplorable design, relit before the beaten-copper doors of a tabernacle; the flame which the old knights saw from their tombs, which they saw put out; that flame burns again for other soldiers, far from home, farther, in heart, than Acre or Jerusalem. It could not have been lit but for the builders and the tragedians, and there I found it this morning, burning anew among the old stones. — Evelyn Waugh