Mrzeo Quotes & Sayings

The American Dream is still alive and well ... it's just no longer in the United States. — Simon Black

As a lad growing up in the Fifties and Sixties, I played both Gaelic football and soccer and loved them both. — Martin McGuinness

The padded outfits, the bad scripts, the phony-looking sets ... he dealt with it all. He had to. He was Superman. — Jerry Seinfeld

Kissed you. I just kissed you. Big fucking deal. You wouldn't shut up. — Alessandra Torre

Autobiographies ought to begin with Chapter Two. — Ellery Sedgwick

Is our rational and self-reliant generation really supposed to accept the idea that God the Almighty not only created the universe but, interestingly enough, also has a stake in our lives? — Gudjon Bergmann

Let's just get this out of the way so I can relax. Karou, your friends aren't going to eat us, are they?"
No, Karou thought. They are not. She whispered back, "I don't think so. But try not to look delicious, okay? — Laini Taylor

Hey. (She took his chin in her hand so that she could move his head back and forth while she examined him.) You're hurting in there. That would make akri very sad. He doesn't like for his Dark-Hunters to hurt and the Simi don't like it when akri is sad. Why are you hurt? (Simi) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Gratuitous cruelty borders on the pathological, psychotic and that becomes uninteresting because there is no choice. — Constantin Stanislavski

There is no disgrace in honest failure; there is disgrace in fearing to fail — Henry Ford

The life you had is nothing. It is the life you have that is important. — Jeanne Moreau

Men want success and sex. Women want everything. — Gene Simmons

There's a reason why I tell this story. To me these Sunday painters represent myo - the strangeness of beauty - an idea that transcendence can be found in what's common and small. Rather than wishing for singularity and celebrity and genius (and growing all gloomy in its absence), these painters recognize the ordinariness of their talents and remain undaunted.
It's the blessings in life, not in self, that they mean to express.
And therein lies the transcendence. For as people pursue their plain, decent goals, as they whittle their crude flutes, paint their flat landscapes, make unexceptional love to their spouses - in their numbers across cultures and time, in their sheer tenacity as in the face of a random universe they perform their small acts of awareness and appreciation - there is a mysterious, strange beauty. — Lydia Minatoya