Zaccardi Briley Quotes & Sayings

It's fun to be hopelessly in love. It's dangerous, but it's fun. — Keanu Reeves

God always offers forgiveness," I said, softening my tone, "to those who are truly sorry. But sorry isn't a feeling, you understand. It's an action. A determination to make things right. — Phil Klay

the despair displayed by young children on loss of their mother is a normal response to frustration of their absolute need for her presence ... children usually manage to survive, it is true, but at the cost of developing a defensive attitude to emotional detachment, and by becoming self-absorbed and self-reliant to an unusual degree. Typically, they are left with lasting doubts about their capacity to elicit care and affection. — Anthony Stevens

There's a lot of people who don't want anything from me but to laugh and have a good time. You see them at the show and they like - they dress up to come see your show and stuff. And they pack these auditoriums and it's a lot of fun, man. It's like, this is how I started, and it's still fun for me. — Dave Chappelle

I think envy motivates a lot of people. — Shia Labeouf

God has sometimes converted wickedness into madness; and it is to the credit of human reason that men who are not in some degree mad are never capable of being in the highest degree wicked. — Edmund Burke

I never want to be a showoff or attention getter or something that, truthfully, is kind of repulsive to me, but I get uncomfortable. — Selma Blair

When you go to the movie theater and the opening of this movie and you see the kids just cracking up with a character you are giving your voice to, you get goose bumps. It's so beautiful. — Antonio Banderas

I'm trying to capture a moment. It's not about the singer at the microphone. I'm trying to look for, like, a moment in between. — Danny Clinch

A 50-year-old company can innovate as well as two guys/gals in a garage. — Guy Kawasaki

Wisdom is an ornament of grace to the soul. — Elizabeth George

He gets back to the Casino just as big globular raindrops, thick as honey, begin to splat into giant asterisks on the pavement, inviting him to look down at the bottom of the text of the day, where footnotes will explain all. He isn't about to look. Nobody ever said a day has to be juggled into any kind of sense at day's end. He just runs. Rain grows in wet crescendo. His footfalls send up fine flowers of water, hanging a second behind his flight. — Thomas Pynchon