Rofes Monicor Quotes & Sayings

If anything in nature was as beautiful as it was deadly, it was she. — Randy C. Dockens

Do not be too interested in Zen. — Shunryu Suzuki

I would worry if I wasn't coming up with ideas, if I wasn't inspired. — Lucinda Williams

I used to dance a lot when I was younger. And I didn't want to stop doing it. I auditioned for drama school and then, luckily, I got my first job. There was never really a particular moment, more like moments of "I love this," or scripts that you read, or films that you watch, or plays that you see, that make you want to keep doing it. — Jenna Coleman

Remove the comma, replace the comma, remove the comma, replace the comma ... — R.D. Ronald

A critic in my house sees some paintings. Greatly perturbed, he asks for my drawings. My drawings? Never! They are my letters, my secrets. — Paul Gauguin

Because of their size, parents may be difficult to discipline properly. — P. J. O'Rourke

Self Pity is the most miserable party to go to, because, in case you haven't noticed, you're the only one who is there ... — Joyce Meyer

Everything I do, I do for love. — Marian Bantjes

The key to living a moral life is this: Do nothing in private that you would be ashamed to discuss openly with your mother. — J. P. Morgan

You don't throw your friends under the bus. — Herman Cain

I grew up wearing black arm-bands when the hunger strikers died. I went on those marches. I grew up basically a Provo, though I never obviously got into any activities. I was writing 'IRA, Brits out' on walls all over where I grew up, but that was a false sense of Irishness. — Glen Hansard

The area of teenage life is not necessarily rarefied; we've all gone through that period. It's not as rarefied as a western or a space adventure or a gangster film, but it has its own dynamic. — Gus Van Sant

KING RICHARD. I have learn'd that fearful commenting
Is leaden servitor to dull delay;
Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary.
Then fiery expedition be my wing,
Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!
Go, muster men. My counsel is my shield.
We must be brief when traitors brave the field. — William Shakespeare

Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will's voice as he read. — Cassandra Clare