Peacock Emporium Quotes & Sayings

Nothing was more nauseating than people who constantly complained about their life, but did nothing about it. — Sonia Farnsworth

It's Parkinson's. And if you talk about it again the way you just did, I'll be the one to take some of your teeth out the hard way. Understand? — Andrew Pyper

The opportunity to be able to tell stories to a massive audience is really incredible and this job couldn't be more satisfying. So, any drawbacks I think are worth it if you really enjoy the work. I hope to be doing this until I die. — Olivia Wilde

But I bear witness to Christ, too. I really know him to be the savior of the world. And that means more to me than almost anything else I know. — Orrin Hatch

Jealousy is a kind of Civil War in the Soul, where Judgment and Imagination are at perpetual Jars. — Various

If Christianity gave rise to science between the twelfth and sixteenth centuries, then you could give religion credit for everything that humans devised in that period. — Jerry A. Coyne

If an angry bull is running toward you, and your pants become wet despite holding the red cloth, make sure the other side of the cloth is white. — Waheed Ibne Musa

Be the one for others who they can look up to; the one you too want to. — Vikrmn

I would go to the all-night grocery store and pretend that I was at Studio 54 because it was the only place open all night. Truman Capote in the frozen foods. Andy Warhol over in vegetables. — James St. James

They had to tread carefully for a lifetime, never speak without thinking twice: they must watch each other like enemies because they loved each other so much. They would never know what it was not to be afraid of being found out. It occurred to him that perhaps after all one could atone even to the dead if one suffered for the living enough. — Graham Greene

It's a sordid life, but I'm used to it. — Raymond Chandler

A great poet must have the ear of a wild Arab listening in the silent desert, the eye of a North American Indian tracing the footsteps of an enemy upon the leaves that strew the forest, the touch of a blind man feeling the face of a darling child. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge