Seine Moorages Quotes & Sayings

I like the idea of having a little bit of a mystery about me. — Liana Liberato

Some of the old folk singers used to phrase things in an interesting way, and then, I got my style from seeing a lot of outdoor-type poets, who would recite their poetry. When you don't have a guitar, you recite things differently, and there used to be quite a few poets in the jazz clubs, who would recite with a different type of attitude. — Bob Dylan

Everything that could be said already has; I'm just trying to say it differently. — Eric Hutchinson

The Green Arrow stuff that I've responded to from the past is the Mike Grell stuff. I've liked a lot of other stuff, but I think for me, the direction and the mood and the tone that I really want is something much darker and more aggressive and really fast-paced action. — Jeff Lemire

Consider the question suitably modified. — Isaac Asimov

I never wanted to be a dancer. It's true! I wanted to be a shortstop for the Pittsburgh Pirates. — Gene Kelly

I moan with pleasure.
"Did you just have a foodgasm?" he asks, wiping ricotta from his lips.
"Where have you been all my life?" I ask the beautiful panini. — Stephanie Perkins

Expressing my feelings and then the opportunity to share it with others is just such a gift. — Mattie Stepanek

Fuck him with your thunder stick. — Marshall Thornton

I can't tell anymore when I'm asleep and when I'm awake, or which is worse. — Laurie Halse Anderson

I was so furious I was actually dizzy with it. There were so many bitchy, sarcastic observations to make, I was having a sarcasm stroke. My God! You people! You're - you're so stupid you're making my eyeballs throb. They're throbbing, dammit! — MaryJanice Davidson

Better to be disliked than pitied. — Abba Eban

I was never that famous, but I do think going to college and really getting away from the business and taking a true break is incredibly, incredibly important if you start acting at a young age. — Gaby Hoffmann

As the wind howled on, and the sea leaped, and the ship groaned and dived, and yet steadfastedly shot her red hell further and further into the blackness of the sea and the night, and scornfully champed the white bone in her mouth, and viciously spat round her on all sides; then the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden with fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of darkness seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander's soul. — Herman Melville

As we did every New Year's Eve we made ridiculous resolutions that no one would keep, and quietly we all wondered what the coming year would hold, each of us praying for our own private miracles. Good health. Better health. A marriage for this child, a good job for another. This hopefulness was something hardwired into our psyches, that a new year might mean some monumental something wonderful could happen to bring us happiness at a level we had never known. A new year was a chance to start over. Maybe even, just maybe, there would be peace on earth for one entire day. — Dorothea Benton Frank