Vtreat Quotes & Sayings

It's better to have ten disorganized players than ten organized runners. — Roberto Baggio

I can only say that one's individual situation is more real and important to oneself than the devastations of fates and empires especially when they do not vitally affect oneself. — Isaac Rosenberg

We cannot grow when we are in shame, and we can't use shame to change ourselves or others. — Brene Brown

Disney was kind enough, thoughtful enough and believed enough in me, as a director, to wait for me to be available. — Steve Antin

Reason we call that faculty innate in us of discovering laws and applying them with thought. — Hermann Von Helmholtz

I tend to play mostly villains and twisted people. Unsavory guys. I think it's my face, the way I look. — Christopher Walken

Having a talent is not enough: one must also have your permission to have it
right, my friends? — Friedrich Nietzsche

I never want to cannibalize my act, and I'm really excited that I am going to be able to perform new material. I'm not a huge fan of repeating jokes, and I don't really do any of my old material from old stand-up acts. — Daniel Tosh

_'You shouldn't say thank you for a good review,' said Harriet. 'That would imply that one had done a favour to the author, whereas one has simply done justice to the book.'_ — Dorothy L. Sayers

Veneration. It's as if he's worshipping me. He teases me — E.L. James

I wish my capacity for reason would always translate into action, but it doesn't. — Joe Sacco

His mother wanted him closer to home. The funeral had been — Carl Hiaasen

When you really love someone, you must accept their part of mystery. And that's why you love them. — Patrick Modiano

She's always sniffing the bottles in the spice cabinet."
I didn't know she'd even noticed. At first it was just curiosity; why did fennel and cumin, identical twins, have such opposing personalities? I had crushed the seeds beneath my fingertips, where the scents lingered for hours. Another day I'd opened a bottle of nutmeg, startled when the little spheres came rattling out in a mothball-scented cloud. How could something so delicate have such a ferocious smell? And I watched, fascinated, as the supple, plump, purple vanilla beans withered into brittle pods and surrendered their perfume to the air. The spices were all so interesting; it was impossible to walk through the kitchen without opening the cupboard to find out what was going on in there. — Ruth Reichl

I don't want to be defined by this. — Jane Harvey-Berrick