Vintage Aesthetic Retro Quotes & Sayings

I never did improv professionally, but that was certainly in my training as an actor. I like it. — Steve Buscemi

Enemies may unite to eliminate a common threat, but never without a wary eye fixed on their ally. — Richelle E. Goodrich

I serve My Story.
I do not serve one Country.
Religion of Blue Circle
The Neverending Story
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
September 13, 2016 — Petra Hermans

I enjoy where I am and I don't have a problem with being Steve Buscemi, Stanley Tucci, Don Cheadle, or Jeffrey Wright. They're not the lead of every movie they're in, but every time you see them they're really good. — Anthony Mackie

If something is worth doing you may as well go heart and soul and boot leather. — Jackie French

The voice of the people has about it something divine: for how otherwise can so many heads agree together as one? — Francis Bacon

I hid this one in the hopes that you would find it long after I'm gone. I hope you find this months from now, when I'm still out there, on the road, away from you. I can't imagine what the time apart has done to us. I'm hoping we're closer.
I'm hoping we're more in love than ever. I'm hoping that when I come back, you'll move in with me. In all honesty, I'm hoping that when I come back you'll agree to marry me someday. Because that's what I want, what I dream about.
You, mine, for the rest of my life. I hope you feel the same ... because I don't know what I would do without you. I love you so much. But, if for some reason we're not closer, if something has gotten between us, please, I'm begging you ... don't give up on me. Stay. Stay with me. Work it out with me. Just don't leave me ... please.
I love you, always, Kellan — S.C. Stephens

Or she would look at him with a sullen expression, once again he would see before him a face worthy of figuring in Botticelli's Life of Moses, he would place her in it, he would give her neck the necessary inclination; and when he had well and truly painted her in distemper, in the fifteenth century, on the wall of the Sistine Chapel, the idea that she had nevertheless remained here, by the piano, in the present moment, ready to be kissed and possessed, the idea of her materiality and her life would intoxicate him with such force that, his eyes distracted, his jaw tensed as though to devour her, he would swoop down upon that Botticelli virgin and begin pinching her cheeks. — Marcel Proust

Life is full of lessons we either learn from or get bitter over. — Maggi Myers