Sassoons Dreamers Quotes & Sayings

Maybe when you're about to die, secrets don't seem so important to keep. — Mary E. Pearson

Well then. Will the naysayers please leave the universe? — Charles Stross

I don't know what you think of me. And you certainly would never picture us together. But probably peanut butter was just peanut butter for a long time, before someone ever thought of pairing it with jelly. And there was salt, but it started to taste better when there was pepper. And what's the point of butter without bread? (Why are all these examples of FOODS?!!?!?!?!?!?!) Anyway by myself I'm nothing special. But with you I could be. — Jodi Picoult

Tori hurried after him, knowing nothing would be the same again. — Shayla Black

We are guests in our patients' lives. — Donald Berwick

There was a star danced, and under that was I born. — William Shakespeare

Personally I have my own political views and being straight-edge I'm happy to talk about that, but the music that always meant the most to me, was more emotional. — Davey Havok

Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon,
ninjas scalin' your building,
No time to grab the gun,
I already got your wife and children — RZA

Would I employ you if you were obese? No I would not. You would give the wrong impression to the clients of my business. I need people to look energetic, professional and efficient. If you are obese you look lazy. — Katie Hopkins

I'm not a person that's walkin' down the street looking mean all day. — Missy Elliott

But you said you did not love our father. How can you have faith in him if you didn't love him?"
"Maybe that's the reason," Adam said slowly, feeling his way. "Maybe if I had loved him I would have been jealous of him. You were. Maybe - maybe love makes you suspicious and doubting. Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure - never sure of her because you aren't sure of yourself? I can see it pretty clearly. I can see how you loved him and what it did to you. I did not love him. Maybe he loved me. He tested me and hurt me and punished me and finally he sent me out like a sacrifice, maybe to make up for something. But he did not love you, and so he had faith in you. Maybe - why, maybe it's a kind of reverse. — John Steinbeck