Purpurite Quotes & Sayings

Since I started acting, I always or often find work takes precedence with me. And that is not necessarily a great rule for life. — Chiwetel Ejiofor

But I was thinking of a way To multiply by ten, And always, in the answer, get The question back again. — Lewis Carroll

Horror is beyond the reach of psychology. — Theodor W. Adorno

Who would you be without the thought that happiness depends on someone else? — Byron Katie

Monastic incarceration is castration. — Victor Hugo

Nothing had happened yet in my life except the need to get out of it. — Anne Enright

The more varied the environments in which you exercise your leadership gift, the stronger that gift will become. You will become a far more effective leader. — Bill Hybels

Don't give [the audience] four; give them two plus two. — Andrew Stanton

If I were an opera singer, Id have sung you an aria. If I were an artist, I would have painted your portrait. But cooking is what I'm best at. — Lisa Kleypas

One wife, you're happy, two and you're tired, three and they'll hate each other, four and they'll hate you. — Patrick Rothfuss

But that was another Mildred so deep inside this one, and so bothered, really bothered, that the two women had never met. — Ray Bradbury

In that house I built
a bonfire that illuminated
the fecund earth around it.
And in that split-level
my friend Tommy, only eight
teeth left in his whole head,
dug a huge illegal grave
to bury his father's packhorse.
He marched that sumpter
into the dark study
and shot its head on the left
so it would fall right.
That night, as if to argue
with the day,
Karen and I made love
on the front lawn of the mansion
one cul-de-sac down,
four feet away
from what would be
a window cracked
open to allow the outside
in. — B.J. Ward

HUMILIATION: Humiliation play is connected to sexual fetishism and can be associated with exhibitionism in the sense of wanting others to witness one's sexual degradation. Activities such as name-calling are a way of achieving ego reduction or getting over sexual inhibitions. — Alessandra Torre

In a small town in southern England, another convoy of American tanks and trucks came to a brief stop in front of a row of houses, watched by a crowd of townspeople. Suddenly, a woman emerged from a house carrying bowls of strawberries and cream. She handed one to a young lieutenant named Bob Sheehan, kissed his forehead, and whispered, "Good luck. Come back safe." Galvanized by her gesture of kindness, other townspeople disappeared into their houses and moments later brought out tea and lemonade for the hot, thirsty GIs. — Lynne Olson