Sidonie Gabrielle Colette (Colette) Quotes
To write is to pour one’s innermost self passionately upon the tempting paper, at such frantic speed that sometimes one’s hand struggles and rebels, overdriven by the impatient god which guides it - and to find, next day, in place of the golden bough that bloomed miraculously in that dazzling hour, a withered bramble and a stunted flower.
Sidonie Gabrielle Colette
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I didn't necessarily have a total idea when I was writing the movie of where everything was going. I just wanted to have really realistic dialogue and write like people I knew talked. I tried to keep it very real.
Zach Braff
I do, however, think it would be difficult to write books I don't like to read.
Barbara Mertz
I write in the studio.
Macy Gray
Many who resort to crime ultimately can't read or write.
Wally Amos
History should not be left to the historians. Rather, be like Churchill. Make history, and then write it.
Ferdinand Marcos
I met this woman who was a hundred, this housekeeper, a hundred years old. I interviewed her. She just told me about her whole life. She's like, 'I can't read, I can't write; I can tell you who I was working for, and I can tell you the year, but who was president?'
Tate Taylor
You know, people understand fear and opportunity. It may look different, but it's really the same thing.
Majora Carter
In America, we want a peaceful planet. We want people to be able to enjoy their lives and know they're going to have a bright and prosperous future, not be at war. That's our purpose.
Barack Obama
Every dogma has its day, but ideals are eternal.
Israel Zangwill
Keep your ears open, your eyes open, grab everything you can, react, and learn!
Victoria Abril
I won't have a traditional marriage; I don't find the value in that anymore. But I am such a hopeless romantic and I really want love and I want a committed relationship, so I am going to reinvent marriage for myself.
Halle Berry
To write is to pour one’s innermost self passionately upon the tempting paper, at such frantic speed that sometimes one’s hand struggles and rebels, overdriven by the impatient god which guides it - and to find, next day, in place of the golden bough that bloomed miraculously in that dazzling hour, a withered bramble and a stunted flower.
Sidonie Gabrielle Colette