Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a first waft of ether.
Zelda Fitzgerald
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Religion may be defined thus: a belief in, and homage rendered to, existences unseen and causes unknown.
Frances Wright
Stock prices have reached what looks like a permanently high plateau.
Irving Fisher
Thankfully, it became clear to me that when I compete, I lose my connection to the passion I have for my work.
Olympia Dukakis
Our music comes from our hearts - and it always has.
Lars Ulrich
Metallica
Given the divisiveness and pain that have accompanied several state religious freedom laws, I approach attempts at legislating religious exceptions to anti-discrimination laws with great sensitivity and care.
Gary Johnson
I've cooked plenty of meals when I was sad, lonely, depressed, angry, bored, and/or under the weather. My primary aim in these circumstances is generally to cheer myself up, to fill my stomach with something warm so I can feel comforted and fed, usually just with a quick soup or an omelet.
Kate Christensen
I've said many, many, many unkind things about Philadelphia, and I meant every one.
David Lynch
The Platters
I think you get noticed a lot more as a brunette, but I don't know. People approach me, I think, but maybe it's because of the reality show.
Ashlee Simpson
The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent, willful, lusty with life, distinctly at variance with her decorous demeanor. Her manners had been imposed upon her ... her eyes were her own.
Margaret Mitchell
I've had a fantastic life so far; I'm lucky. I'd like the great role that changes everything, but at the moment, what's important is being happy in myself.
Max Beesley
Incognito
Mythology works... because Indians have been bred on myths.
Ashwin Sanghi
A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a first waft of ether.
Zelda Fitzgerald