Venardos Quotes & Sayings

Why are trains so popular at Christmas? People get on to meet their country over the holidays. — David Baldacci

Avoid banquets which are given by strangers an ignorant persons. But if there is ever occasion to join them, let your attention be carefully fixed, that you slip not into the manner of the vulgar (the uninstructed). — Epictetus

You are a beautiful soul wrapped up in a human body. It's your job to unwrap, and find your soul again. — Steven Aitchison

Then I kissed Max because I loved him, and everyone I had ever loved before had gone away and I had never kissed them goodbye. — Glenda Millard

You been around enough to see that if you think you're it, you better check with me. — Liz Phair

Writing allows me the time to travel and see the world, which is what I always wanted to do. I'd really like to have been Sir Richard Francis Burton, but it's the wrong century. — Alan Dean Foster

I'm sorry I'm crying again on national television. — Kelly Clarkson

O tyrant love, when held by you,
We may to prudence bid adieu.
[Fr., Amour! Amour! quand tu nous tiens
On peut bien dire, Adieu, prudence.] — Jean De La Fontaine

When you get into the granny era, you're lucky to get anything. — Maggie Smith

They are, in a sense, two sides of the same coin: women are, on the one hand, subjects of an extremely real and abject (as Julia Kristeva put it) body and denigrated sexuality; on the other, the proliferation of images, and their digitalisation produces more and more abstract and air-brushed representations of impossible female bodies. Both indicate, certainly, a "lack of progress." But, one hopes, discussions and resistance are emerging in response. — Laura Mulvey

For each person there is a sentence - a series of words - which has the power to destroy them. — Philip K. Dick

The smell of dead fish lingered in the air, and excited flies darted from fish to fish lapping up the decay. — S.W. Lothian

People often thought Leopold Auer was Russian because he lived in St. Petersburg so long, almost fifty years. — Gyorgy Ligeti