Toffe Quotes & Sayings

The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions. — Chanakya

Like parents, cooks shouldn't have favourites, but some recipes inevitably shine more than others. — Yotam Ottolenghi

Montreal's not a city. It's a Disney World for alcoholics. — Mike Wilmot

Those who have experienced the most, have suffered so much that they have ceased to hate. Hate is more for those with a slightly guilty conscience, and who by chewing on old hate in times of peace wish to demonstrate how great they were during the war. — Thor Heyerdahl

Kasta looked from one of them to the other, the two of them shaking hands, understanding each other's concern. She didn't see where Giddon came off feeling insulted. She didn't see how Giddon had any place in it at all. Who were they, to take her fight away from her and turn it into some sort of understanding between themselves? She would knock his nose from his face. She would thump them both, and she would apologise to neither. — Kristin Cashore

I got a house full of Rembrandts and priceless art, and all the little girls they wanna tear me apart. — Bruce Springsteen

Being dogmatic and close-minded are not virtues. — Walter E. Jacobson

You become good at what you practise, basketball, anger or compassion, it is up to you! — Kamon

Who knows what kind of life I might have had had I not been fortunate enough to have the parents I've had. — James MacArthur

I wrote in my journal about how good I felt when I was not living under Ed's control. Then, when I really felt like giving up, I read these pages and realized that I was striving for in recovery was a real possibility. I thought about these experiences and used them as encouragement to keep moving forward. Even one minute of freedom was proof that I was getting better. At first, these times were few and far between. Now, these moments are connected; they are my life — Jenni Schaefer

They were on the edge of a desert now. Still - they had opened for business, had polished the glasses and wound the clocks and stirred the fires, and waited and waited to see who would come. There was no great flow of refugees from Dresden. The clocks ticked on, the fires crackled, the translucent candles dripped. And then there was a knock on the door, and in came four guards and one hundred American prisoners of war. The innkeeper asked the guards if they had come from the city. Yes. — Kurt Vonnegut