Limitless Publishing Quotes

#1. That, my dear, is a mystery to be solved.

Iris Blobel

#2. Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know.

William Wordsworth

#3. A cookbook must have recipes, but it shouldn't be a blueprint. It should be more inspirational; it should be a guide.

Thomas Keller

#4. I lost a company. So what? It's just stuff. Can't take it with you.

Wally Amos

#5. There is a great supply of amateur undertakers in show business.

Ethel Waters

#6. Everything in Scripture is either preparation for the Gospel, presentation of the Gospel, or participation in the Gospel.

Dave Harvey

#7. The shortest way to get to the real answer is via the imaginary

Joanna Tilsley

#8. Energy vampires" are people who constantly draw upon other people's energy in order to help "recharge" their own system.

LLC Limitless Publishing

#9. For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.

Roland Barthes

#10. Don't kiss me again," she begged softly as she stood.

Iris Blobel

#11. I had friends at school, but I was never part of a gang and I dreamed of that sense of belonging to a group. You know, where people would call me 'Em' and shout across the bar, 'Em, what are you drinking?' after the show.

Emily Mortimer

#12. A real life, a life that leaves a deposit in the shape of something alive ... It's difficult to say what makes a life a real life ... You could also say it depends on a person being identical with himself.

Max Frisch

#13. A general philosophy of the female characters in my films is they all want something to believe in, and not having anything.

Woody Allen

#14. Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.

Wilfred Owen

#15. My knee, my injury, my questions.

Iris Blobel

#16. I think I do find humor in disorder, and reality is disorder.

Julie Delpy

#17. The need has gone; the memorial thereof remains.

Ovid

#18. Stories are like snapshots, pictures snatched out of time, with clean hard edges. But this was life, and life always begins and ends in a bloody muddle, womb to tomb, just one big mess, a can of worms left to rot in the sun.

James Crumley