Pydna Macedonia Quotes & Sayings

Dogs deserve proper names."
"Cats, too?"
"Cats are entirely different. They catch mice. — Julia Quinn

In literature, as in Life, one is often astonished by what is chosen by others. — Andre Malraux

As an actor, you're always changing. — Charlie Weber

There's a big, wet, knuckle-dragger in your kitchen with a gun aimed at my head." "Sounds like my idea of a Saturday night," Liv said. — Mercy Celeste

Just as in habiliments it is a sign of weakness to wish to make oneself noticeable by some peculiar and unaccustomed fashion, so, in language, the quest for new-fangled phrases and little-known words comes from a puerile and pedantic ambition. — Michel De Montaigne

Music's exclusive function is to structure the flow of time and keep order in it. — Igor Stravinsky

Do not hesitate to do that which you have been called to do for fear of being unworthy, for it is in doing the thing that you will be made so." Jamie Saloff — Jamie L. Saloff

death wound itself around her bones like a piece of red ribbon. — Amanda Lovelace

Why can't people be both flexible and efficient? — Margaret Drabble

My mother was a personal friend of God's. They had ongoing conversations. — Della Reese

David Mamet was great to work with. He was everything that I thought he would be as a director. He's incredibly articulate, an easy collaborator. Extraordinarily knowledgeable about film and writing. — Chiwetel Ejiofor

Out of the hundreds of people that refuse to speak up and turn their backs on abused and neglected parrots, it's the one that stands up against the injustice that's going to be world famous. — Jes Furhmann

By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends! — Horace

Amie blinked through the haze of her thoughts and the constant drum of the rains. A golden light swung back and forth in the distance like a pendulum and every second drew closer. Finally, Amie could tell it wasn't a faerie light but a lantern, carried by a small green-cloaked person. — Jennifer Silverwood

O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past — William Shakespeare