Saridis Of Athens Quotes & Sayings

So you are the brash young lover returned from the dead?" the Frenchman finally said.

"And you are the devoted fiance returned from the card room," Robert shot back... — Hope C. Tarr

The wind kicks in stronger, branches clatter. Or maybe skeletons. Bones of abandonment. Ghosts that will never be. — Ellen Hopkins

Breaking the ice in the pitcher seems to be a feature of the early lives of all great men. — Robert Benchley

My initial career, really, as a baby, was as a singer. — Mel Torme

A man need merely light the filaments of his receiving set and the world's greatest artists will perform for him, — Tim Wu

When I was little I went to a Baptist Church with my grandmother. My earliest memories were of her falling out in the middle of the floor and they had to cover her with a white sheet. Every time we went to church it was scary. The music would start playing, and then everybody would start running and shouting and hollering and screaming. — Sherri Shepherd

He endeavored to collect his thoughts, but did not succeed. At those hours especially when we have sorest need of grasping the sharp realities of life do the threads of though snap off in the brain. — Victor Hugo

One day, when we were coming back from school, we saw this big cloud of smoke coming up, and all these fire-trucks in the yard. The garage was burning down. I was 14, and we'd lost everything. — Valerie June

To be in thousands of states of mind simultaneously as you perform simple physical tasks gives you a reverence for life. Each of these outer manifestations of life is God. — Frederick Lenz

This evil of taking our cue from others has become so deeply ingrained that even that most basic feeling, grief, degenerates into imitation. — Seneca.

Once you have seen the face of God, you see the same face on everyone you meet. — Ming-Dao Deng

Being God would be the ultimate. — Macy Gray

I wanted to know what it would be like to get on a horse and ride all the way west to Europe and take a look back at my own culture through the eyes of a nomad. — Tim Cope

Life is full of choices, if you have the guts to go for it. That's why I get immediately bored with anyone's complaining about how boring their life is, or how bad their town is. Fucking leave and go somewhere else. Or don't. — Henry Rollins

It's me, not you." She turned to him, urging him with her eyes to go along with her. "Everybody else thinks you're fabulous, so it has to be me, right? Nobody else seems to find you just a little bit . . . creepy."

He cocked an eyebrow.

Francesca swelled up in her chair. "Did you just call my son 'creepy'?"

Ted spooned up another bite of chocolate, interested in what else she'd come up with. He wasn't going to help at all. She wanted to kiss him, yell at him. Instead, she returned her attention to the women.

"Be honest." Her voice gained strength with the rightness of what she was doing. "You all know what I mean. The way the birds start to sing when he walks outside. That's creepy, right? And those halos that keep popping up around his head? — Susan Elizabeth Phillips