Troynell Quotes & Sayings

I was shocked and saddened to learn of the passing of my sister, Joan Fontaine, and my niece, Deborah, and I appreciate the many kind expressions of sympathy that we have received. — Olivia De Havilland

How stand I, then,
That have a father killed, a mother stained,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth
My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!
He exits. — William Shakespeare

The Heisman is the biggest award I've ever won. — Barry Sanders

You're going to get hurt yourself, and badly, if you take everything so hard. — Madeleine L'Engle

Time slips by; our sorrows do not turn into poems,
And what is invisible stays that way. — Mark Strand

Woodwake wants you in her office. What did you do?" "I invaded Egypt and they're very annoyed about it." "Who is? Them upstairs or the Egyptians?" "Both. — P.N. Elrod

Let us not become the evil that we deplore. — Barbara Lee

No, I was just thinking how much I like hearing you talk about numbers. It's soothing. Dove was tempted to lean her head back in a friendly way and clamp on his cock like a toothless, sucking pit bull. — Debra Anastasia

Let the Stoics say what they please, we do not eat for the good of living, but because the meat is savory and the appetite is keen. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

The past is no Roman road, but more often a maze... — Peter Vansittart

But, you say, there is very little conversation in this book. Why isn't there more dialoge? What we want in a book by this citizen is people talking; that is all he knows how to do and now he doesn't do it. The fellow is no philosopher, no savant, an incompetent zoologist, he drinks too much and cannot punctuate readily and now he has stopped writing dialogue. Some one ought to put a stop to him. He is bull crazy. — Ernest Hemingway,