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 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
When I was 14, I would sit up in my room and write till my eyes would bleed.
Quincy Jones
No one I know actually reads what I write, so thank heavens for you strangers.
Sarah Vowell
For so long, I have been an outsider because of my size. And I think that fashion has always, in some way, catered to celebrities or to a thinner idealistic model.
Ashley Graham
I sort of love reading the scripts and going, 'Oh wow, what a great idea. I never would have thought of that.'
Edie Falco
When I'm in London, I love to visit Kensington gardens and just sit in the park and read a good book.
Natalie Imbruglia
Colossians 1:16 tells us that everything was created FOR God... don't we live instead as though God is created for US, to do OUR bidding, to bless US, and to take care of OUR loved ones?
Francis Chan
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