Unblotted Quotes & Sayings

If the kids did want to get into showbiz then so be it, but I would never project anything on to my children. — Sadie Frost

You can't please everyone so you gotta please yourself. — Ricky Nelson

Tomorrow is another day toward death. — Sylvia Plath

But I know better than anyone how dangerous trying can be, and how destructive. Maybe it's better to let bad things happen than tear yourself apart trying to stop the inevitable. — Alaya Dawn Johnson

The Flag still floats unblotted with defeat! But ah the blood that keeps its ripples red, The starry lives that keep its field alight. — Rupert Hughes

We still leave unblotted in the leaves of our statute book, for the reverence and admiration of successive ages, the just and wholesome law which declares that the sturdy felon shall be fed and clothed, and that the penniless debtor shall be left to die of starvation and nakedness. This is no fiction. — Charles Dickens

When I was playing bluegrass, I was living down in West Hollywood - starving. — Chris Hillman

When the grand twelve million jury of our sins and sinful fury, 'Gainst our souls black verdicts give, Christ pleads his death, and then we live. Be thou my speaker, taintless pleader, unblotted lawyer, true proceeder. — Walter Raleigh

Noble self-restraint must have something to restrain. — Edith Hamilton

We have an obligation to make things beautiful. Not to leave the world uglier than we found it, not to empty the oceans, not to leave our problems for the next generation. — Neil Gaiman

If you like to argue just for the sake of being contentious, you shouldn't pick a job based on this unresolved emotional issue of yours, you should get counseling for it. — Tucker Max

With half the race gone, there is half the race still to go. — Murray Walker

You wear clothes so beautifully! — Giuliana Rancic

So government acts as a safeguard of our property. — William Weld

Friday beneath the sky, its little postcards of melancholy
Outside each window,
the engines inside the roses at half speed,
The huge page of the sea with its one word despair,
Fuchsia blossoms littered across the deck,
Unblotted tide pools of darkness beneath the ferns ...
And still I go on looking,
match after match in the black air. — Charles Wright

People would say, "You know, Rich, it's nature. Birds of a feather flock together." I have to point out to them that, no, that's not the case. — Richard Benjamin