Trora Quotes & Sayings

He who tooteth not his own horn, the same shall not be tooted. — Damon Runyon

Self, service, substance is the Divine order and nothing counts until we give ourselves. — Vance Havner

I wanted to share my life story and honor my roots. I am very proud of my family and mother. — Rocco DiSpirito

The novel is final form; it's the ultimate individual final form. Television and motion pictures never get there. You'd be fabulous to think that something you write is even going to be filmed. I give it the best shot of which I'm capable. But it's more a payday for me. And if I didn't have alimony and the full-time assistant. — James Ellroy

Awareness by itself is not enough: it must be joined by mastery. We need gradually to develop a steering ability to keep ourselves from slipping mechanically into this or that sub-personality. Thus we become able to identify with each part of our being as we wish. We can have more choice. It is the difference between being impotently transported by a roller coaster and, instead, driving a car and being able to choose which way to go and for what purpose to make the journey. — Piero Ferrucci

I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know. — Jean Rhys

No! No! Not without me! Not without me! — Dianne Sylvan

Every night before bed, I rub my wife's feet. She says they're the best foot rubs on Earth. — Luke Bryan

The worst of such stories is that the triumphant romancers can always be put to confusion and crushed by the very details in which real life is so rich and which these unhappy and involuntary story-tellers neglect as insignificant trifles. Oh, they have no thought to spare for such details, their minds are concentrated on their grand invention as a whole, and fancy any one daring to pull them up for a trifle! But that's how they are caught. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

And yet
to wine, to opium even, I prefer
the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;
and in the wasteland of desire
your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst. — Charles Baudelaire

If it weren't for the last minute, nothing would get done. — Rita Mae Brown

It took years of keeping journals to trust a simple fact: like life in transit, the writing inside is often fragmented, messy. — Alexandra Johnson

She lifted the tails of his elegant silk evening shirt. "Some that don't reach my knees?"
He cleared his throat. He liked her wrapped in his shirt, surrounded by him. "Well, actually, as Joshua knows, that is one of your annoying habits. You like to run around in my shirts. You think they are much more comfortable than your own clothes."
Alexandria regarded him with wide blue eyes. "Oh, I do, do I? I take it you grumble about it."
"Often, to Josh. We laugh together about the idiosyncrasies of women. He thinks you look cute in my shirts."
"And what would give a little boy an idea like that?"
He looked unrepentant. "I might have mentioned it a time or two."
His golden eyes slid over her body, making her aware of her bare skin beneath his shirt, of every curve of her body, of the fact that they were completely alone in some secret chamber of his home.
"It is true, after all. You do look cute in my shirt. — Christine Feehan

I don't crave applause. I'm not one of those guys who comes alive on stage. I'm much more alive at home, I think. — David Bowie