Perfume To A Young Lady Quotes & Sayings

We ought to live life. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Everybody always thinks I'm a lesbian because I'm a very tough broad. I have a lot of lesbian fans. — Constance Zimmer

Millions of people walked through their lives numb, dying to feel something, to feel alive. To be chosen by Cordova for a film was an opportunity for just that, not simply for fame and fortune, but to leave their old selves behind like discarded clothes. — Marisha Pessl

Your opponent, in the end, is never really the player on the other side of the net, or the swimmer in the next lane, or the team on the other side of the field, or even the bar you must high-jump.
Your opponent is yourself, your negative internal voices, your level of determination. — Grace Lichtenstein

It flashed upon Miss Pross's mind that the doors were all standing open, and would suggest the flight. Her first act was to shut them. There were four in the room, and she shut them all. She then placed herself before the door of the chamber which Lucie had occupied. — Charles Dickens

I promote my value to others with passion and enthusiasm. — T. Harv Eker

"Where should I apply Perfume?" a young lady asked. "Where you want to be kissed." — Coco Chanel

Sparhawk's reputation must have preceded him. The Massachusetts coast, as he was often reminded, was shaped like an ear. It heard everything. — Donna Thorland

I read a lot of detective novels. — Caitlin Kittredge

I am so beastly tired of mankind and the world that nothing can interest me unless it contains a couple of murders on each page or deals with the horrors unnameable and unaccountable that leer down from the external universes. — H.P. Lovecraft

There is no divinity achieved unless the individual mind submits itself to a mind supposed supreme. The Bible in its simplest form is simply that - a book. When you give it your mind it becomes powerful. — Dew Platt

The pityingly look made Sophie utterly ashamed. He was such a dashing specimen too, with a bony, sophisticated face
really quite oold, well into his twenties
and elaborate blond hair. His sleeves trailed longer than any in the Square, all scalloped edges and silver insets. "Oh, no thank you, if you please, sir," Sophie stammered. "I
I'm only on my way to see my sister." "Then by all means do so," laughed this advanced young man. "Who am i to keep a pretty lady from her sister? Would you like me to go with you, since you seemed so cared?" He meant it kindly, which made Sophie, more ashamed than ever. "No. No thank you, sir!" she gasped and fled away past him. He wore perfume too. — Diana Wynne Jones

What if the insane are too raw to know which stations are real and which are just confused static? — Kate Scelsa

And every Wednesday the perfumed young lady slips me a hundred-crown note to leave her alone with the convict. And by Thursday the hundred crowns are already gone in so much beer. And when the visiting hour is over, the young lady comes out with the stink of jail in her elegant clothes; and the prisoner goes back to his cell with the lady's perfume in his jailbird's suit. And I'm left with the smell of beer. Life is nothing but trading smells. — Italo Calvino

One of my strict, strict rules is a no auto-tune policy. — Yukimi Nagano

Do you know, a horrible thing has happened to me. I have begun to doubt Tennyson. — Gerard Manley Hopkins