Pday Is The Best Quotes & Sayings

A film needs more than you can give it in a lifetime. — Stanley Kubrick

Twyla Tharp set her sights on ballet, and ballet, hungry for major talent, succumbed. — Robert Gottlieb

Call me infidel, call me atheist, call me what you will, I intend so to treat my children, that they can come to my grave and truthfully say: 'He who sleeps here never gave us a moment of pain. From his lips, now dust, never came to us an unkind word. — Robert G. Ingersoll

A wise person does at once, what a fool does at last. Both do the same thing; only at different times. — John Emerich Edward Dalberg-Acton

Two tears in a bucket. Motherfuck it. — John Berendt

Tens of thousands of God's saints and sufferers through the ages have found their dark nights lightened and tortured souls strengthened because they found help from the Spirit in the Word of God. — Billy Graham

As perhaps at midnight, when all boundaries are lost, — Virginia Woolf

I carry a secret sense of accomplishment around with me, like a radium pack implanted near my heart that now leaches a quiet sense of relief through my system. — Anne Lamott

I am going to do what every wife must do now and again," she says. "I am going to go rescue my husband. — Chuck Wendig

the grasping mind cannot grasp its ultimate inability to grasp; it can only cultivate its tolerance of that inability. — Evan Thompson

Xela rapped on the walls. "It's all sedimentary rock, isn't it? Not really solid." "Thus all the beams and supports," said Nate. — Peter Clines

The praise that comes from love does not make us vain, but more humble. — James M. Barrie

She had been grief stricken as her father lay dying but now she felt weightless, the way people do when they're no longer sure they have a reason to be connected to this world. The slightest breeze could have carried her away, into the night sky, across the universe. — Alice Hoffman

Liquor doesn't make you feel better. Just makes you not so worried about feeling bad. — James S.A. Corey

The human race is a letdown, Ernest - a bad, bad letdown. And I'm disgusted with it. It thinks it's progressed, but it hasn't. It thinks it's risen above the primeval slime, but it hasn't. It's wallowing in it. It's still clinging to us, clinging to our hair and to our eyes and to our souls. We've invented a few things that make noises, but we haven't invented one big thing that creates quiet. Endless, peaceful quiet. Something to pull over us like a gigantic eiderdown, something to deaden the sound of our emotional yellings and screechings and suffocate our psychological confusions. — Noel Coward