Truands Quotes & Sayings

It is impossible for those that tried and kept trying to fail. How can they fail when they have not given up in the task?" N.K.David — N.K.David

The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky. It was the time for sitting on porches beside the road. — Zora Neale Hurston

Histories of morality are rarely written in order to inform the reader. — John Gray

I just wanted to hold my wife. It was all I had ever wanted to do. I was just as in love with her in our eleventh year as I was in the first. — Jamie McGuire

What a signal convenience is fame. Do we read all authors to grope our way to the best? No, but the world selects for us the best, and we select from these our best. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Painted time is a different zone. This is why I don't believe that a painting - although I've been accused of it many times now - can be truly topical. A painting's physicality gives it a different persistence and a different perception. — Luc Tuymans

Like any time I can get my beer without payin' for it." "Right, like you pay your tab," Krystal muttered loudly, crossing her arms on her ample bosom and rolling her eyes to the ceiling. Jim-Billy closed the door on the fridge (with a beer in his hand, incidentally), and turned to Krystal. "I do," he said. "Yeah, once a year," she shot back. "Well, I still do," Jim-Billy returned. "And you expect a discount," she retorted. "Anyone would, seein' as I order in bulk. — Kristen Ashley

And as for the Ellison Fellow's feelings towards Katherine Potter
to be honest, they involve a good deal of confusion. He reacts before Katherine Potter, in fact, as he has reacted before all new, strange (attractive) women who happen, since a certain event, to have crossed his path. He does not know how to deal with them. He is filled with dismay, a giddy sense of arbitrariness, an apprehension that the universe holds nothing sacred; all of which is only to be stilled by the imperative of loyal resistance.
He is not immune to the prickle of passing lust. But he deals defensively with it. He reacts either with disdainful dismissal (Not your type, definitely not your type) or with a rampant if covert seizure of lecherousness (Christ, what tits! What legs! What an arse!), which serves the same forestalling function by reducing its object to meat and its subject (he is past fifty, after all) to a pother of shame. — Graham Swift

People who are kind of at the cutting edge of life and survival, and being near the nitty-gritty, like my films, and I like that. — Wes Craven