Eleanora Fagan (Billie Holiday) Quotes
Who love my man, I'm a liar if I say I don't But I'll quit my man, I'm a liar if I say I wont.
Eleanora Fagan
Quotes to Explore
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People used to say my son looked like a Mexican Biggie. And when he was first born, memories of Biggie... you know, we didn't always have the greatest days. For at least half the length of our marriage we were separated, so everyday was definitely not a good day.
Faith Evans
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I recalled when I worked in the woodsand the bars of Madras, Oregon.That short-haired joy and roughness-America-your stupidity.I could almost love you again.
Gary Snyder
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All children are manipulators.
Orson Scott Card
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A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn.
Claude Debussy
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Just moments ago, I spoke with George W. Bush and congratulated him on becoming the 43rd president of the United States. And I promised him that I wouldn't call him back this time. I offered to meet with him as soon as possible so that we can start to heal the divisions of the campaign and the contest through which we've just passed.
Al Gore
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I am what I am: an individual, unique and different, with a lineal history of an ancestral promptings and urgings, a history of dreams, desires, and of special experiences, of all of which I am the sum total.
Charlie Chaplin
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People ask me, 'Have you done much drag?' And I say, 'I don't think of it as drag. I'm playing a woman!'
Bill Irwin
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Why do you lie" I ask her. "To block the truth." Fair enough. Naomi goes on. "Where did we get it in our heads that we need truth all the time? Sometimes lies are nice, you know? You don't have to know the truth all the time. It's too exhausting.
Rachel Cohn
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No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar.
Abraham Lincoln
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Francie was ten years old when she first found an outlet in writing. What she wrote was of little consequence. What was important was that the attempt to write stories kept her straight on the dividing line between truth and fiction. If she had not found this outlet in writing, she might have grown up to be a tremendous liar.
Betty Smith
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The summer day is closed - the sun is set:
Well they have done their office, those bright hours,
The latest of whose train goes softly out
In the red west. The green blade of the ground
Has risen, and herds have cropped it; the young twig
Has spread its plaited tissues to the sun;
Flowers of the garden and the waste have blown
And withered; seeds have fallen upon the soil,
From bursting cells, and in their graves await
Their resurrection. Insects from the pools
Have filled the air awhile with humming wings,
That now are still for ever; painted moths
Have wandered the blue sky, and died again
William Cullen Bryant
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Who love my man, I'm a liar if I say I don't But I'll quit my man, I'm a liar if I say I wont.
Eleanora Fagan
