Mary MacLane Quotes
The book, you understand, was not written for publication. It was the portrayal of my emotions, the analysis of my own soul life during three months of my nineteenth year. I wrote then all the time, just as I do now, but, though the book is in diary form, it is not a diary.
Mary MacLane
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I was bulimic and anorexic for a while, just hating my body. As an actress, I was never thin enough, never pretty enough. My boobs weren't big enough.
Felicity Huffman
I've been designing since I was 8. I started sketching dresses I could wear when skating. I was always involved in all aspects of skating, not just the technique, the choreography, the music, but the visual aspects, too - what I should wear.
Vera Wang
I see many black males grasping for some thread of hope. There are so many destructive practices, glimpses into a psychic abyss. That must be very frightening.
Yusef Komunyakaa
It would have been fun to have played Tim Robbins' role in Bull Durham.
Garth Brooks
Watching game film motivates me a lot. It shows me what I need to work on and determines the specific workouts I do.
Zach LaVine
A dinosaur out of context is like a character without a story. Worse than that, the character suffers from amnesia.
Jack Horner
Were I asked to focus the New Testament message in three words, my proposal would be ADOPTION THROUGH PROPITIATION, and I do not expect ever to meet a richer or more pregnant summary of the gospel than that.
J. I. Packer
… who has not experienced, at some time or other, that words had all the relief of tears?
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The clearest way to show what the rule of law means to us in everyday life is to recall what has happened when there is no rule of law.
Dwight D. Eisenhower
I don't think women should look like costumes. I don't think they should look like fashion victims. I think these (clothes) are for women that want to look sexy. They want to look smart.
Ralph Lauren
The book, you understand, was not written for publication. It was the portrayal of my emotions, the analysis of my own soul life during three months of my nineteenth year. I wrote then all the time, just as I do now, but, though the book is in diary form, it is not a diary.
Mary MacLane