Verse Simmonds Quotes & Sayings

Whoever gets up and comes to grips with Love like a boxer is a fool. — Sophocles

The truth is only dangerous if it can inflict injury. — Morgan Rhodes

I'm very mechanical, so if I have one thing that's going in the wrong direction when I'm hitting, it's hard for me to get a hit. — David Ortiz

Colour is a human need like water and fire. It is a raw material indispensable to life — Fernand Leger

Old is man when he is born and young, young ever after. — Taliesin

-I bar the candles, ... I bar the magic-lantern
business. — James Joyce

If everything gets too serious for me on the album, I get kinda bored. I've got to have some kind of jovial things in there. — Earl King

The heart of a friend gives out sufficient light for us in the dark to rise by. — Helen Keller

That's the thing I love about sports: sports force you to quit. You can't pursue your dream till you're 46. When it comes to acting, writing, comedy, nobody ever stops you. — Adam Carolla

I was a baby when I began, but I knew exactly what I wanted to wear myself. I became a jewelry designer because I knew how to do something with a pencil and sketch my ideas. — Elsa Peretti

Reagan was looking at Nick like she was already tying him to the railroad tracks. Wren — Rainbow Rowell

The poets are wrong of course [ ... ] But then poets are almost always wrong about facts. That's because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth: which is why the truth they speak is so true that even those who hate poets by simple and natural instinct are exalted and terrified by it. — William Faulkner

It is of the greatest important in this world that a man should know himself, and the measure of his own strength and means; and he who knows that he has not a genius for fighting must learn how to govern by the arts of peace. — Niccolo Machiavelli

You have to listen to adversaries and keep looking for that point beyond which it's against their interests to keep on disagreeing or fighting. — Cyrus Vance

We pick up our shots and for the first time there's a total absence of sound in the room. From the ceiling, shy silver things blink and wait. Dennis doesn't sit, but hovers at the edge of the table, leaning in with a darkroom perfected slump. His hair hangs like its edges were dipped in lead. Thin spears pointing to the table. I'm looking at his face; we're both serious in a self-aware way, pretending not to notice.

"It doesn't even feel like I left. God, you look fucking terrible. But it's a terrible face that drinks tequila well. Down. And cheers."

We force a dull clash of cups and pour everything down at once. The hard tequila shudders that never happen in the movies. First your head feels light, then it starts receiving the distress signals from throat, lungs, belly. Your shoulders jerk to shake off the snake that wrapped around you and squeezed. It burns. The good burn. — Laurie Perez