Rorschachs Blot Quotes & Sayings

Jack wasn't my type at all. I thought he was too young and too posh, and I told him that. Plus, I couldn't deal with his dodgy bowl-cut. But he wore me down. — Michelle Gomez

Fearlessly accept the reality; then fearlessly set about transforming what needs to change. — Elena Brower

After clearing the land, planting the orchard, building the house and barn, and surviving the Great Depression, our father died suddenly one winter night when we were small, leaving us to learn about loss before we even knew its name. — Virginia Euwer Wolff

If you don't know your blood pressure, it's like not knowing the value of your company. — Mehmet Oz

A first kiss, I think, should be important, special. It should be with the person you want to kiss more than anybody in the world. — Lauren Baratz-Logsted

Nothing is ugly as long as it is alive. — Coco Chanel

I'm my own worst critic. I could tell the critics a thing or two about my shows. — Jennifer Saunders

With only one thing in common, they got the fire down below. — Bob Seger

It may seem a hard task to condemn fellow creatures to long years of confinement in prison, but it is not so hard if they clearly deserve it. — Thomas Mellon

When I do a film, the days before or the night before, I throw up. Sometimes it's just in my mouth and I swallow it back, but sometimes it's real. Whatever it is, it's hard. I don't do the first five or ten minutes of my character's appearance in a movie until the middle of the shooting schedule because I don't want him to be defined by my nervousness. So, we do the middle of the picture first. — Donald Sutherland

What I want, when I write a poem, is no more than this: that it be preserved in some published form so that, in principle, someone, somewhere, will be able to find it and read it. That is all I need, as a poet, and that is the beauty, the luxury of my position. My lyric is mine and remains mine. Nobody can ruin it. — James Fenton

so the lion fell in love with the lanb — Stephanie Meyer

We do not know until the shell breaks what kind of egg we have been sitting on. — T. S. Eliot