Stefanee Maurice Quotes & Sayings

Discouragement, fear, doubt, lack of self-confidence, are the germs which have killed the prosperity and happiness of tens of thousands of people. — Orison Swett Marden

Well, I proved once and for all that the limb is mightier than the thumb. — Claudette Colbert

Whatever, Sam.
Whatever! Sam laughed, a booming guffaw. I love this word. It is my favorite from your generation.Decker smiled, unable to keep a straight face when Sam looked so awkward laughing. — Lizzy Ford

I was very pink and young and English; and quite prepared for a Continent complete with poisonous drains, roast frogs, bedbugs and vice. — Christopher Isherwood

Reactionary nostalgia for the proprieties of Victorian England is unfortunate, like a whore looking under the bed for her virginity. — Bruce Robinson

The tale of Enron is a story of human weakness, of hubris and greed and rampant self-delusion; of ambition run amok; of a grand experiment in the deregulated world; of a business model that didn't work; and of smart people who believed their next gamble would cover their last disaster - and who couldn't admit they were wrong. — Bethany McLean

Wake up, Astrid. Your psychotic criminal is playing with knives. (Sasha) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Guess they forgot to program us with any respect for authority."
"well, I have a highly developed sense of irony. — James Patterson

These hands," he squeezed them both on my face to make his point, "will never touch you without being gentle. Unless that's not what you want, of course." His eyebrow lifted waiting for me to balk, but I just waited. "These arms will never hold you back, but I'll hold you as tight as you'll let me. I can't wait for you to be all mine. You belong to me in every way, Maggie. Mine." I nodded in his hands. He leaned closer and whispered, "Say it."
I didn't wait a beat. "I belong to you." And he belonged to me.
He grinned. "You're daggum right you do. — Shelly Crane

I have always pictured accupuncture like falling into a box of sewing needles, and then standing up refreshed and free of pain. — Neil Leckman

I was thinking a little bit about this very thing - poetry and music - the other day when I was listening to Lucinda Williams. The way she sings is very emotive, and there is a kind of drag to her articulation: she sings behind the beat, sort of like she's being pulled along by the song a little, or is in resistance to it. — Matthew Zapruder

Waiting hurts. Forgetting hurts. But not knowing which decision to take can sometimes be the most painful ... — Jose N. Harris