Rick Conlow Quotes & Sayings

Dazzled by brass and scarlet - O, Bathsheba - this is a woman's folly indeed! — Thomas Hardy

I am a writer and therefore I write. — N.J. Burggraf

Possess your soul with patience. — John Dryden

He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days, weeks, at a time, making the air humid, hard to breathe, my father stalking around with his lower jaw jutting out, giving him the look of a wounded, vengeful boxer, grinding his teeth so loud you could hear it across the room. — Gillian Flynn

I think, politically, I'm pretty left-wing, and I try to be very neutral in my work. — Sebastian Junger

When you make the dream of your heart a treasure of heaven, it holds an eternal value. — Deborah Brodie

Or maybe it was my definition of "perfect" that had changed. Somewhere between the chicken soup and the butter-bleeding pie, I'd made peace with the God of pots and pans - not because God wanted to meet me in the kitchen, but because He wanted to meet me everywhere, in all things, big or small. Knowing that God both inhabits and transcends our daily vocations, no matter how glorious or mundane, should be enough to unite all women of faith and end that nasty cycle of judgment we get caught in these days. — Rachel Held Evans

And I think it's very rare to have good stories, well written comedies. — Sophie Marceau

Our way of getting an army able to fight the German army is to declare war on Germany just as if we had such an army, and then trust to the appalling resultant peril and disaster to drive us into wholesale enlistment. — George Bernard Shaw

This felt so fucking good, the two of them out somewhere, flashing badges, heading to confront someone with a gun.
"I miss this," he admitted.
Ty glanced at him, an eyebrow raised. He cracked a smile. "Me too."
"I want this back," Zane added before he could think the better of it.
Ty blinked rapidly, turning to face him. "Me too. — Abigail Roux

Was I wilfully blind when I married Michael? Of course I was. I knew about his heart condition - everyone did. But I fell in love with him and decided it didn't matter. We were going to live for ever, somehow. Now I know that the fact that we had the same initials, were both expatriates, had gone to the same university, and were of medium build made the relationship highly determined. But I might have done the research and discovered his short life expectancy or talked to psychologists about the pain of grieving or read books about the sadness of widowhood. But I didn't do any of those things. I looked away from those sad certainties and pretended that they weren't there.
Love is blind, not, as in mythology, because Cupid's arrows are random but because, once struck by them, we are left blind. When we love someone, we see them as smarter, wittier, prettier, stronger than anyone else sees them. — Margaret Heffernan