Villwock Wisconsin Quotes & Sayings

But you kissed her. I saw you."
"No, you saw her kiss me. You saw me not cause a scene in the middle of the club."
"Well, you didn't look like you hated it."
"But I did. The whole time, all I could think about was kissing you instead." He starts to bend his head toward mine. — M. Leighton

Give yourself permission 2 evolve. Become a philosopher; come up with your own interpretation of life and stop accepting someone else's as your truth. — Germany Kent

I often long to ... give up my life to love of my neighbour. This is really a temptation. — Bertrand Russell

To get a job where the only thing you have to do in your career is to make people laugh-well, it's the best job in the world. — Ronnie Barker

Every sunny familiar spot in our shared landscape had become a dark minefield, fraught with treacherous nuances and implications. — Tana French

In the middle of life it happens that death comes
and takes your measurements. This visit
is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit is
sewn in the silence. — Tomas Transtromer

For Henry James, class was 'the essentially hierarchial plan of English society' which was 'the great and ever-present fact to the mind of a stranger; there is hardly a detail of life that does not in some degree betray it'. — David Cannadine

It may be that even if half consciously, we choose our personalities to maintain a certain saving balance in the family's little universe. — Arthur Miller

In Mozart and Salieri we see the contrast between the genius which does what it must and the talent which does what it can. — Maurice Baring

People with fertility problems are not alone. It is a very very common problem for couples today. I've seen statistics that are just staggering. — Michael Zaslow

When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew. — Thomas Moore

This was her, Mick Kelly, walking in the daytime and by herself at night. In the hot sun and in the dark with all the plans and feelings. This music was her - the real plain her ... This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard. The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen ... Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt. — Carson McCullers

If you notice phrases, ideas, and anecdotes that closely resemble those that appear elsewhere in my writing, it's not a matter of sloppy editing. I'm repeating myself. I'm reshuffling words in the hope that just once I might say something exactly right. And I'm still wrestling with dilemmas that are not easily resolved or easily dismissed. I run at them again and again because I am not finished with them. Any may never be. Work-in- progress on a life-in-progress is what my writing is about. And some progress in the work is enough to keep it going on. — Robert Fulghum