Mukavemet Mesnet Quotes & Sayings

I can do comedy but it's a certain type. I'm not a physical comedy guy. I'm not Will Ferrell - there's just this crazy and get naked and run through the thing screaming. That's just not my style; my style is drama or - I'm not slapstick. — Mekhi Phifer

Why was this heart of mine formed with so much sensibility! Or why not my fortune adapted to its impulses! Tenderness without a capacity of relieving only makes the man who feels it more wretched than the object which sues for assistance. — Oliver Goldsmith

You need to stop caring what people who don't matter think of you. Be who you are and let everybody else be who they are. Differences are a good thing. — Holly Smale

Though your views are in straight antagonism to theirs, assume an identity of sentiment, assume that you are saying precisely thatwhich all think, and in the flow of wit and love roll out your paradoxes in solid column, with not the infirmity of a doubt. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Jealousy seldom punishes with the severity it suffers. — Norm MacDonald

All across the Middle East in the streets, people are demanding democracy. It's amazing. The only way in America you get people to get worked up like that is to threaten to give them health care. — Bill Maher

But the princess had never seen the beautiful expression of her eyes; the expression that came into them when she was not thinking of herself. As is the case with everyone, her face assumed an affected, unnatural, ugly expression as soon as she looked in the looking glass. — Leo Tolstoy

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person. — Alexander Pope

I certainly don' think I could've played the character [Idi Amin] the same way without being in Uganda. I loved working in Uganda. — Forest Whitaker

Sometimes hell has no words. — Martha Manning

There are no photographs while I'm reloading . — Garry Winogrand

How I saw in her my own true nature. What was beneath my skin. Inside my bones ... Even though I was young, I could see the pain of the flesh and the worth of the pain.
This is how a daughter honors her mother. It is shou so deep it is in your bones. The pain of the flesh is nothing. The pain you must forget. Because sometimes that is the only way to remember what is in your bones. You must peel off your skin, and that of your mother, and her mother before her. Until there is nothing. No scar, no skin, no flesh. — Amy Tan

I thought we'd die there, quarrels in our backs, you for what you did and me for bearing witness. — Janet Morris