Sourest Quotes

#1. Happiness had a pungent scent, like the sourest lime or lemon. Broken hearts smelled surprisingly sweet. Sadness filled the air with a salty, sea-like redolence; death smelled like sadness. People carried their own distinct personal fragrances.

Leslye Walton

#2. The sweetest two words are 'next time.' The sourest word is 'if.'

Chi Chi Rodriguez

#3. If you do not know you have intrinsic value because of who you are and who you are meant to be, you will feel uncomfortable when you are not looking your best(in other's eyes) or if you are not wearing the latest fashion trend

Sunday Adelaja

#4. As W.H. Auden pointed out, the Reaper takes the rolling in money, the screamingly funny, and those who are very well hung. But that isn't where Auden starts his list. He starts with the innocent young.

Stephen King

#5. Whenever there is something that needs to be said, the right moment never seems to come.

Sarah Richards

#6. I studied Latin in high school, and I was reading stuff from Cicero. And that signal took a few thousand years to get to me. But I was still interested in what he had to say.

Seth Shostak

#7. It's strange to hear myself described as someone with a big heart. I've blocked out a lot of the memories of L.A., but perhaps in some ways the girl I used to be was better than the girl I am now. Now I feel so cold, almost incapable of loving anything.

Paula Stokes

#8. I bought a house in the Hollywood Hills and brought my grandmother from Harlem to live in it with me.

Sammy Davis Jr.

#9. Seek the essence of 'What is', as well as 'What can be'.

Steven Redhead

#10. What is important to me is that when I write something, people listen to me. I provide my wisdom to people, whether they agree or not.

Nouriel Roubini

#11. Military men say that troops can stand twenty percent losses; more than that, they go to pieces. But we had many an outfit with only twenty percent survivors and they went on fighting.

Upton Sinclair

#12. A writer's age at the time of a work's composition is never irrelevant.

Margaret Atwood