Esther Meynell Quotes
It is so often the odd, the unexpected, the apparently trifling, that stamps itself upon the memory for ever, while much more memorable things pass away like a breath of wind.
Esther Meynell
Quotes to Explore
A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a dead man.
Carl Sandburg
Dress codes and gestures and attitudes have always inspired me, as has youth culture in general, although now I question it more. If you analyze youth cultures over history, there has always been something strict about them - you have to be like this or like that.
Raf Simons
Computers are wasteful of paper and time. Once, we'd get documents with a few errors. Now, people make hundreds of copies until each sheet is flawless and memos are duplicated endlessly. Managers get swamped with emails.
Felix Dennis
The old Dodgers were something special, but of my teammates overall, there was nobody like Pee Wee Reese for me.
Jackie Robinson
I'm one of those fellows so frightened of driving that I go 80 miles an hour - and the more frightened I get, the faster I go.
Orson Welles
Before I went to New Orleans, I was a little scared of New Orleans. I don't know why. I had only been there a few times. Something about it made me feel nervous, knowing a bit about the history.
Harold Perrineau
The day when a sportsman stops thinking above all else of the happiness in his own effort and the intoxication of the power and physical balance he derives from it, the day when he lets considerations of vanity or interest take over, on this day his ideal will die.
Pierre de Coubertin
My mother was harsh and constantly told me I had jug ears and heaven knows what else. But she was devoted and a hard worker.
Carmen Dell'Orefice
All of my girlfriends have been actors, and I've realized that maybe it's not for me - and find something else outside of the industry.
Jesse Spencer
I'll do humor about myself, I'll poke fun and everything, but that's me and I can do it to me. I think it's cruel to do it to somebody else.
Delta Burke
Then forth he came, his both knees falt'ring, bothHis strong hands hanging down, and all with frothHis cheeks and nostrils flowing, voice and breathSpent to all use, and down he sunk to death.The sea had soaked his heart through; all his veinsHis toils had rack'd t'a labouring woman's pains.Dead weary was he.
George Chapman
The way I understand composition and form and my ability to enter into material all comes from my disciplines and my commitment as a painter - my energy, my arm, my eyes, my sense of space and form and time. It's a wonderful realm for me. I never leave it.
Carolee Schneemann
