Ticking Fabric Quotes & Sayings

The clock is ticking. I should be leaving right now. But what I want to do is take Cicely in my arms and press her up against me hard enough to make her not care that I'm messing up her lipstick. I want to pick her up and carry her back through that doorway. We're only a few strides from the couch, only one rip away from ruining that expensive fabric, the dress she must have bought to wear for him. — Laura Bradley Rede

I don't believe in solipsism, but I also believe that if I am not existing - nothing exists for me. — Debasish Mridha

Black people are inferior to Caucasians. Blacks constitute a totally distinct group; they overshadow the country with the germ ... of evil. — David Wilmot

I was really active as a kid. I was outdoors constantly. — Beth Riesgraf

..."Unforgiveness," said Pastor Allen, "is the cup of poison that we pour for another, and then drink ourselves."
'You are becoming a very bitter and twisted person, Hana Du Rose,' she chided herself as they sang the final hymn.

From the New Du Rose Matriarch — K.T. Bowes

I wasn't setting out to write a documentary; if I had, I would have done it in a completely different way. I was asked to write a drama that would appeal to a big audience in America that had no knowledge or interest in The Tudors at all. — Michael Hirst

I'm a little shot that just kept on shooting. — Harvey MacKay

It is much easier to make good men wise, than to make bad men good. — Henry Fielding

All of the village was of a piece, a time, and a style; it was as though the people needed the ugliness of the village, and fed on it. The houses and the stores seemed to have been set up in contemptuous haste to provide shelter for the drab and the unpleasant, and the Rochester house and the Blackwood house and even the town hall had been brought here perhaps accidentally from some far lovely country where people lived with grace. Perhaps the fine houses had been captured - perhaps as punishment for the Rochesters and the Blackwoods and their secret bad hearts? - and were held prisoner in the village; perhaps their slow rot was a sign of the ugliness of the villagers. — Shirley Jackson