Mauricette Enghien Quotes

#1. He seemed to see his fellow creatures grotesquely, and he was angry with them because they were grotesque; life was a confusion of ridiculous, sordid happenings, a fit subject for laughter, and yet it made him sorrowful to laugh.

W. Somerset Maugham

#2. The basic principle which I believe has contributed more than any other to the building of our business as it is today, is the ownership of our company by the people employed in it.

James E. Casey

#3. Alliteration is alarmingly addictive.

Tamara Ireland Stone

#4. Few things are more agreeable than the spectacle of a man who loses his temper; we should be grateful to such people for providing us with moments of often unsullied delight.

Harold Nicolson

#5. I think the life of an actor is very glamorous to other people - then, realities set in.

Joel Edgerton

#6. Should we wait?"
"Yes! YES. Wait - I'm coming. Just give me some time to thaw, and I will rise from the ice and live again. I will be your frozen phoenix. Just give me a chance!

Beth Revis

#7. I am a different person in NYC. My energy is way different. I just make sense here.

David Burtka

#8. My husband went through a phase of giving me vacuum cleaners, sewing machines and Mixmasters. It's ironic. He is encouraging me to develop a hobby, I think.

Cate Blanchett

#9. What I most regretted were my silences. Of what had I ever been afraid?

Audre Lorde

#10. No society can possibly be built on a denial of individual freedom.

Mahatma Gandhi

#11. No man is poor who does not think himself so. But if in a full fortune with impatience he desires more, he proclaims his wants and his beggarly condition.

Jeremy Taylor

#12. And when statesman or others worry [the scientist] too much, then he should leave with his possessions.

Tycho Brahe

#13. Meanwhile in the valley, Alice was having a confusing conversation with a starling.

Steve Merrick

#14. What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?

Alan Paton

#15. Someone takes me in his arms. "Hans?" I ask weakly. There is no reply. Only the sensation of long fingers running along the length of my neck, soft and gentle as spring rain. They rest against my collarbones. The caress is light, and somehow reminds me of the flute in my hand. Then I know no more.

S. Jae-Jones