Okumadan Gecen Quotes & Sayings

My father used to be away for months at a time, and he'd never leave any money for food, so my brother and I had to go out and nick it. — Norman Wisdom

I came here after billions of years to touch your heart with my purest love. — Debasish Mridha

After I began to explore what an actor actually is, I studied for three years before I had the guts to go on an audition. — Gale Harold

His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams. — Lauren Oliver

I'm no diva but I can be annoying in a recording studio. Of course I try to be a diva in terms of confidence of performance and owning a song but I've never behaved like one in terms of the negative connotations of the word. — Nicole Scherzinger

But having quills is a waste, even a double luxury when one can choose not to have quills but open hands. — Friedrich Nietzsche

If we don't want to see the map of Central America covered in a sea of red, eventually lapping at our own borders, we must act now. — Ronald Reagan

I was surprised by how much I loved Portland. It is so wonderfully creative without being artsy. Great food scene. — Sloane Crosley

The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair. — Antoine De Saint-Exupery

What is the past, after all, but a vast sheet of darkness in which a few moments, pricked apparently at random, shine? — John Updike

Style. People talk about it being stylish and beautiful, that's at the service of the story. Style for me means nothing without substance and there are moments and things about the film that are stylish but hopefully at the service of the story. — Tom Ford

She reminded me of something, and suddenly I knew. I was a tiny child again at Radford, my uncle's home, and he was walking me through the glass-houses in the gardens. There was one flower, an orchid, that grew alone; it was the colour of pale ivory, with one little vein of crimson running through the petals. The scent filled the house, honeyed, and sickly sweet. It was the loveliest flower I had ever seen. I stretched out my hand to stroke the soft velvet sheen, and swiftly my uncle pulled me by the shoulder. 'Don't touch it, child. The stem is poisonous. — Daphne Du Maurier