Perochon Quotes & Sayings
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The two girls grew up at the edge of the ocean and knew it was paradise, and better than Eden, which was only a garden. — Eve Babitz
Never be afraid to sit awhile and think. — Lorraine Hansberry
I can't always reach the image in my mind ... almost never, in fact ... so that the abstract image I create is not quite there, but it gets to the point where I can leave it. — Chuck Close
Well, I'm gonna get out of bed every morning ... breathe in and out all day long. Then, after a while I won't have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out ... and, then after a while, I won't have to think about how I had it great and perfect for a while.
- Sleepless in Seattle — Nora Ephron
Sense and Sensibility signs litter Devon
arrows with S & S on. Whenever Ang [Lee] sees a B & B sign he thinks it's for another movie. — Emma Thompson
Fearing, you climbed the mountain. Fearing, you faced its dangers. And fearing, you went on. That is real bravery, Rowan. Only fools do not fear. Sheba knew that. Sheba knew everything all along. — Emily Rodda
Each day I have to choose the life I want to live. "I'm — Corinne Michaels
Jesus did not come to change the mind of God about humanity; Jesus came to change the mind of humanity about God — Richard Rohr
I think people who sample are cheating. It is like people who do collages. Use all of your own stuff. — Bill Dixon
It's them as take advantage that get advantage I' this world, I think: folks have to wait long enough afore it's brought to 'em. — George Eliot
On November Eve they are at their gloomiest, for according to the old Gaelic reckoning, this is the first night of winter. This night they dance with the ghosts, and the pooka is abroad, and witches make their spells, and girls set a table with food in the name of the devil, that the fetch of their future lover may come through the window and eat of the food. After November Eve the blackberries are no longer wholesome, for the pooka has spoiled them. — W.B.Yeats
