Semplice Music Quotes & Sayings

Liberty is the breath of progress. — Robert Green Ingersoll

Words have meaning. And their meaning doesn't change. — Antonin Scalia

Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red. — George R R Martin

I'm Phil Knight, and I don't believe in advertising. — Phil Knight

And over that side of the island all their sacred men were at work trying to kill me by their (magical) arts. Messengers arrived from every quarter of the island, inquiring anxiously about my health, and wondering if I was not feeling sick. — John Gibson Paton

I've had moments of thinking maybe I should go on Twitter. It's something that I've been shy about, and I've thought that maybe I should do it. — Michelle Dockery

She had trouble keeping her mouth shut when she didn't agree with someone or felt they were just plain stupid. — Sierra Hill

Death is the road to awe. — Fernando Hernandez

The areas in which we felt most insecure, unsafe, unloved, uncomfortable, embarrassed, angry, and generally unresolved as a child are the areas that we will be most prone to self-deception as an adult. — Cortney S. Warren

I don't really read the reviews - but I remember one I read a long time ago that said I had a face like a potato. — Bill Murray

Oh, for the love of God," Benedict snarled. "Will you let go of her or will I have to shoot your damned hand off?"
Benedict wasn't even holding a gun, but the tone of his voice was such that the man let go instantly.
"Good," Benedict said, holding his arm out toward the maid. She stepped forward, and with trembling fingers placed her hand on his elbow.
"You can't just take her!" Phillip yelled. Benedict gave him a supercilious look. "I just did."
"You'll be sorry you did this," Phillip said.
"I doubt it. Now get out of my sight."
Phillip made a huffy sound, then turned his friends and said, "Let's get out of here." Then he turned to Benedict and added, "Don't think you shall ever receive another invitation to one of my parties."
"My heart is breaking," Benedict drawled. — Julia Quinn

Mozart, the last chord of a centuries-old great European taste. — Friedrich Nietzsche