Thrive Patches Quotes & Sayings

Be rather bountiful, than expensive. — William Penn

We drive into the future using only our rearview mirror. — Marshall McLuhan

Obsession led me to write. It's been that way with every book I've ever written. I become completely consumed by a theme, by characters, by a desire to meet a challenge. — Anne Rice

I'm part wood nymph. I require mountains and warm, dense patches of moss to thrive. — Vera Farmiga

For most directors, the scriptwriter is about as welcome on set as a member of the Taliban. — Julian Fellowes

I need you to understand that you'll never have to settle for pieces of me. You shouldn't be settling at all. You deserve so much better. You could have anyone - — Sylvia Day

Though just biographical record will touch the failings of the good and the eminent with tenderness. — Anna Seward

Technically, I'm not supposed to meet you until tomorrow, and I don't want anyone getting upset. Though I wouldn't call you yelling at me anything close to a romantic tryst, would you? — Kiera Cass

I started cooking in kitchens right out of high school, and I was lucky to work with a lot of great people, but I had no idea it would turn into this. Of course no one should go into this business because they want to be the next Emeril. — Tom Colicchio

The key to helping our rarer species to thrive is probably simply to add more flower patches to the landscape, making it a little easier for them to find food and keep their nests well provisioned. — Dave Goulson

I liked the Hollywood stuff. But I also liked the fact that in both, you know, I guess in the, like, the auteur, the art film auteur at that time was Lina Wertmuller. So, you go see "Swept Away" or you go see a movie she did "Blood Feud" with Sophia Loren and Giancarlo Giannini. And I remember "Wifemistress" was a big movie at that time, really liked it, Laura Antonelli. — Quentin Tarantino

She could not speak; she was crying. She turned away from him, and pressed her handkerchief to her eyes. "Let her have her cry out. I'll sit down and wait," he thought, and he sat down in an arm-chair. Then he rang and asked for tea to be brought him, and while he drank his tea she remained standing at the window with her back to him. — Anton Chekhov