Rhizlane Charaf Eddine Quotes & Sayings

I want to tell you a story. I have no other vanity. — Mario Puzo

Am I really standing here, conversing with a bloody unicorn? Tiffy was certain her mind had finally left the building. — T.J. Loveless

Every man is dishonest who lives upon the labor of others, no matter if he occupies a throne. — Robert Green Ingersoll

The ability to start out upon your own impulse is
fundamental to the gift of keeping going upon your own
terms ... Getting started, keeping going, getting started
again in art and in life, it seems to me this is the essential rhythm. — Seamus Heaney

If you can't do what you want, do what you can. — Lois McMaster Bujold

I have said a lot that it's very important to me to make time for my child and make her the priority. I made sacrifices so that I'm around and not traveling for that. — Teri Hatcher

All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries. — Abraham Cowley

In a milieu of resignation, where the young men think of society as a closed room in which there are no values but the rejected rat race, ... it is extremely hard to aim at objective truth or world culture. One's own products are likely to be personal or parochial. — Paul Goodman

It's all about doing work, being creative and staying true to who you are and having fun. That's what us actors are all about. — Ryan Merriman

People know that I'm going to do what's right. — Lou Barletta

Secrets are delicate things. They can fill you up with sweetness and leave you like a cat who has found a particularly fat sparrow to eat and did not get clawed or bitten even once while she was about it. But they can also get stuck inside you, and very slowly boil up your bones for their bitter soup. Then the secret has you, not the other way around. — Catherynne M Valente

Sonnet CVII

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd,
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Now with the drops of this most balmy time
My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,
Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme,
While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:
And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. — William Shakespeare

Nor bring, to see me cease to live,
Some doctor full of phrase and fame,
To shake his sapient head, and give
The ill he cannot cure a name. — Matthew Arnold

You didn't have to believe what you were saying; you just had to make others believe that you cared. — Julie Kagawa

The remoteness of a thing is in proportion rather to the visual power of the memory that is looking at it than to the real interval of the intervening days, — Marcel Proust