Schleider Mary Kate Quotes & Sayings

Well, you know when people are no good at anything else they become writers. — W. Somerset Maugham

His eyes slink over me. "I forgot to tell you- you look lovely."
Lovely. I want to laugh at his words. "You shouldn't have bothered with the compliment," I say, "I'm many things, and the least impressive of them is lovely."
.... Lovely. What a load of bullshit. — Laura Thalassa

I do find it sometimes that people project their own feelings on to the characters and I think that there is a certain amount of sexism - I mean the proprietary nature, for men and women. — Matthew Weiner

Wouldn't you know it. My ship finally comes in and I'm at lunch. — Kait Carson

And thus it came to pass that the Silmarils found their long homes: one in the airs of heaven, and one in the fires of the heart of the world, and one in the deep waters. — J.R.R. Tolkien

I only feel better because people aren't being so abusive to me about my weight. — Sinead O'Connor

Every burned book or house enlightens the world; every suppressed or expunged word reverberates through the earth from side to side. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wow. So you didn't expect it?"
"No. Not at all."
"Were you like, 'Fuck! — Sophie Kinsella

It's always the same sort of grim windy Northeast November day where if you were at home you'd be eating earth-tone soups in a warm kitchen, listening to the wind and glad of home and hearth. — David Foster Wallace

Instead of the scream of a fish hawk scaring the fishes, is heard the whistle of the steam-engine, arousing a country to its progress. — Henry David Thoreau

Look, if I were straight, you'd be grandparents before your time. You should be relieved that I'm gay. Aren't you grateful? — Hayden Thorne

Martyrs do not underrate the body, they allow it to be elevated on the cross. In this they are at one with their antagonists. — Franz Kafka

A chronic lack of pleasure, of any enjoyable, rewarding or stimulating experiences, produces a slow, gradual, day-by-day erosion of man's emotional vitality, which he may ignore or repress, but which is recorded by the relentless computer of his subconscious mechanism that registers an ebbing flow, then a trickle, then a few last drops of fuel
until the day when his inner motor stops and he wonders desperately why he has no desire to go on, unable to find any definable cause of his hopeless, chronic sense of exhaustion. — Ayn Rand