Winterstein Quotes & Sayings

I don't trust beauty anymore / when will I stop believing it? — Reginald Shepherd

I realized the exciting place was behind the camera with the producer, director and so on. — Dino De Laurentiis

And then he left, and came back, and our lives fell apart, like a well-loved book that you'd
read and read again, until one night you picked it up to read yourself to sleep and the binding collapsed, sending dozens of pages spiraling toward the floor. — Jennifer Weiner

A brigand, a barber, a beggar, two orphans, and a boy whore. With such do we defend the realms of men. — George R R Martin

Nobody responds to being made to feel judged. — Shalom Harlow

You are doing well if you are not weary in well doing — Saji Ijiyemi

A woman [shouldn't] have to give a man her body to get his heart. — Tony Gaskins

Mr. Pettifor, I've brought you lunch, Sir." "Leave it on my desk," he grouses. "It's your favorite, Sir, a Reuben with au jus," I say softly. — Ella Dominguez

Find purpose. The means will follow. — Mahatma Gandhi

Without any display of doing more than the rest, or any fear of doing too much, he was always true to her interests and considerate of her feelings, trying to make her good qualities understood, and to conquer the diffidence which prevented them from being more apparent; giving her advice, consolation, and encouragement. — Jane Austen

Remember when life's path is steep to keep your mind even. — Horace

Have you any idea how to wake a hibernating Elder?"
Machiavelli shook his head.
"Mars, what about you? Any advice?"
"Yes. Don't. — Michael Scott

Phocomelus Hoppy Harrington generally wheeled up to Modern TV Sales & Service about eleven each morning. He generally glided into the shop, stopping his cart by the counter, and if Jim Fergesson was around he asked to be allowed to go downstairs to watch the two TV repairmen at work. However, if Fergesson was not around, Hoppy gave up and after a while wheeled off, because he knew that the salesmen would not let him go downstairs;' they merely ribbed him, gave him the run-around. He did not mind. Or at least as far as Stuart McConchie could tell, he did not mind. — Philip K. Dick