Pharrell Twitter Quotes & Sayings

I'm turned off by the groupie thing. I'm a romantic; I like finding the right woman, and if it works, it works. — Joe Perry

Count Chemenensky was quietly gnawing on something, which, upon further inspection, appeared to be his own tattered clothing. Mon Dieu. — Robin Bridges

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose. — Lord Byron

Our mere anticipations of life outrun its realities. — Aesop

To ignore the unexpected (even if it were possible) would be to live without opportunity, spontaneity, and the rich moments of which "life" is made. — Stephen Covey

Most of the time doors remain closed simply because they have not been tried to be opened! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Believing that your parents are always right. — Paulo Coelho

I write novels with a lawyer as the hero, no matter how oxymoronic that might sound. — William Lashner

Time is only an idea. There is only the Reality Whatever you
think it is, it looks like that. If you call it time, it is time. If you
call it existence, it is existence, and so on. After calling it time, you
divide it into days and nights, months, years, hours, minutes, etc.
Time is immaterial for the Path of Knowledge. But some of these
rules and discipline are good for beginners. — Ramana Maharshi

An amateur may not be an artist, though an artist should be an amateur. — Benjamin Disraeli

What is hard to remember when you're in the middle of it is that when you get through to the other side, you always walk away with a gift. If you can stand in there and not walk away from it, you get transformed by it. — Kathy Mattea

The blame of course belonged to Clyde, who just was not much given to talk. Also, he seemed very little curious himself: Grady, alarmed sometimes by the meagerness of his inquiries and the indifference this might suggest, supplied him liberally with personal information; which isn't to say she always told the truth, how many people in love do? or can? but at least she permitted him enough truth to account more or less accurately for all the life she had lived away from him. It was her feeling, however, that he would as soon not hear her confessions: he seemed to want her to be as elusive, as secretive as he was himself. — Truman Capote