Tryingto Quotes & Sayings

We often make use of envenomed praise, that reveals on the rebound, as it were, defects in those praised which we dare not exposeany other way. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

I was proud to call Dr Rupert a friend. He was always a wonderful source of support and kindness. — Mangosuthu Buthelezi

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly. — Richard Siken

She slammed into an invisible wall and flew back once more, landing on her back. She lay sprawled on the ground, trying to shift into her leopard form. But her enhancing Spirit held her firmly in the human body. — A.O. Peart

That life has no clear purpose or meaning is the best possible news for artists. — Marty Rubin

Seem like a lot of people wear shoes they can't walk in. — Alex Flinn

I write songs from the point of view I had at a time;I'm not tryingto write songs from a young person's point of view.That only ends in disaster. — Nick Cave

This is how the soul heals. it thaws out bit by bit, the way the ground warms after a hard winter. you notive the sun or hear the whippoorwill calling across the flats. You sweep your porch, go drink coffee in the shade of the trumpet vines. You have days where you want to lay down and die, but what you learn is this: As long as there's somebody left on this earth who loves you, it's reason enough to stay alive. You don't give in to your broke heart
you just let the wide, cracked space fill up again. — Michael Lee West

Good acting is about reacting, not tryingto express something, but reacting to a situation as the character.I don't like acting acting. — Jim Jarmusch

You mean you would have me blow up something just because I didn't approve of it? What do you think I am, a vandal? A fascist? A fucking critic? — Tom Robbins

He is capable of turning everything into anything
snow into skin, skin into blossoms, blossoms into sugar, sugar into powder, and powder back into little drifts of snow
for all that matters to him, apparently, is to make things into what they are not, which is doubtless proof that he cannot stand being anywhere for long, wherever he happens to be. — Robert Musil