Tbbt Raj Quotes & Sayings

It's not the way we do it on planet Earth, certainly. — Hugh Laurie

I am vulnerable; that's why I fight. — Ronda Rousey

Sometimes when you have limited resources and you really have to think about creative ways to get around some of these problems, generally the end result is better. — Todd Lieberman

I received a card the other day from Steve Early which said, Don't Worry Me
I am an 8 Ulcer Man on 4 Ulcer Pay. — Harry S. Truman

Bookstores don't exactly dot the American highway in the grand manner of Sbarros. — Rosecrans Baldwin

I mean, certainly writing, painting, photography, dance, architecture, there is an aspect of almost every art form that is useful and that merges into film in some way. — Sydney Pollack

Gayety is to good-humor as perfumes to vegetable fragrance: the one overpowers weak spirits; the other recreates and revives them. — Samuel Johnson

I love great locations in movies, and I couldn't believe I'd never seen a landfill on screen before. It was the most haunting place. — Lucy Walker

At the beginning of the 20th century, the ambition of the great painters was to make paintings that were like music, which was then considered as the noblest art. — Brian Eno

Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the soundtrack, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key.
But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart. — J.R. Ward

I slid back into our booth. My pie was still there. For some reason, that seemed like it shouldn't be. Hadn't I been gone a long time? I felt like a death should resonate, like the whole diner should have felt it. The pie should have crumbled into dust by now. People should be somber. But the Goth kids still laughed over their coffee, the drunks were still drunk, and my pie refused to mourn. — Lish McBride