Beth Henley Quotes
The next thing I wrote was in a writing class at night school. It was about a poor woman who worked at a dime store and who was all alone for Christmas in Laurel, Mississippi.
Beth Henley
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Death will never be pretty - its sights and smells too close and crude. And it will never come under our control: it gallops where we tiptoe, rips up our routines, burns our very breath with its heat and sting.
Nancy Gibbs
Illegal downloading, digital cheating, and cutting and pasting other people's stuff may be easy, but that doesn't make those activities right.
G. Hannelius
The emperor is in the Church, not above the Church.
Saint Ambrose
You just have to go to bat and take a swing. And if you're not right for a part, or it goes to a British man, they may remember that you showed up, knew your lines and were good. And maybe they'll call you in for something else.
Tanya Fischer
Are you used to entertaining everyone with your tales of drama and conflict? Do you get attention and feel important every time you complain about how awful this man is? Stop settling for attention for the negative stuff in your life.
Karen Salmansohn
As a writer, as much as I try, I can't stop writing female characters. They have so much more to offer; they have to wear so many different hats. There's so much wonderful gray matter in a female's life that it just makes for a stronger character.
Tate Taylor
He who does not mind his belly, will hardly mind anything else.
Samuel Johnson
Generally, there are three rules when it comes to borrowing money: You need to have good credit, proof of income and cash for a down payment. Most people have the first two, but it's the third that trips them up. And nowhere does that come into play more than the mortgage market.
Jean Chatzky
Everywhere else, we are someone else, but at home, we remove our masks.
Matthew Desmond
When I moved to New York in '93, we'd go dancing a lot. That's what kept us in shape, I think.
Pedro Pascal
Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.
Ernest Hemingway
The next thing I wrote was in a writing class at night school. It was about a poor woman who worked at a dime store and who was all alone for Christmas in Laurel, Mississippi.
Beth Henley