Tor Eckman Quotes & Sayings

Geisha is always called beautiful even if she is not. — Arthur Golden

That man does not possess his estate, but his estate possesses him. — Diogenes Laertius

Playing acoustic and line drawings are the two things I'm most competent at. — Robyn Hitchcock

Leadership is intangible, and therefore no weapon ever designed can replace it. — Omar N. Bradley

It was the custom when men received nominations to come to me for contributions, and I made them and considered them good paying investments for the company. In a Republican district I was a strong Republican; in a Democratic district I was Democratic, and in doubtful districts I was doubtful. In politics I was an Erie Railroad man all the time. — Jay Gould

There are few faces that can afford to smile: a smile is sometimes bewitching, in general vapid, often a contortion. — Benjamin Disraeli

If you're an underdog, mentally disabled, physically disabled, if you don't fit in, if you're not as pretty as the others, you can still be a hero. — Steve Guttenberg

Getting lost in the 'big picture' often prevents us from cherishing the 'small moments' that make it all worthwhile... — J.R. Wirth

Why do we have to go to Summerwind Abbey tonight? Why couldn't we have waited until I at least combed the sand out of my hair? She heard the whine in her voice and realized she'd been reduced to petulance. With any luck at all, she'd become a nag and make Jermyn a dreadful wife. — Christina Dodd

I'm fine, and my hips are fine. My false knee is fine. My false hips are fine. Everything's cooking. — Liza Minnelli

I'll stay away from you and you'll stay away from me. I'm already over this insignificant, puny, inconsequential attraction. I don't even remember kissing you."
They had reached the cluster of trees in front of the courtyard leading to Frances Catherine's cottage when she told him that outrageous lie.
"The hell you have forgotten," he muttered. He grabbed hold of her shoulders and forced her to turn around. Then he took hold of her chin and pushed her face up.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
"Reminding you. — Julie Garwood

It is the reflection of my face. Often in these lost days I study it: I can understand nothing of this face. The faces of others have some sense, some direction. Not mine. I cannot even decide whether it is handsome or ugly. I think it is ugly because I have been told so. But it doesn't strike me. At heart, I am even shocked that anyone can attribute qualities of this kind to it, as if you called a clod of earth or a block of stone beautiful or ugly. — Jean-Paul Sartre