Fanny Parnell Quotes

I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy.

The Mississippi and its paddle boats, and the rivers of Bengal and their gleaming steamers evoked a similar atmosphere of romance, of long, song-filled voyages, high winds and lonely sunsets.

I am so happy, I cannot be contained in the world;
But like a spirit, I am hidden from the eyes of the world.
If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me;
For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.

One writes out of one thing only — one's own experience. Everything depends on how relentlessly one forces from this experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give. This is the only real concern of the artist, to recreate out of the disorder of life that order which is art.

Every single man I did get to know filled me with but one desire: to lift my hand and bring it smashing down on his face.

Like the sweet apple reddening on the topmost branch,
the topmost apple on the tip of the branch,
and the pickers forgot it,
well, no, they didn't forget, they just couldn't reach it.

I’d go to Lionel for a lot of advice. He was so supportive. He used to tell me: ‘CoCo, I never worried about you once. I always knew that you would kill it.’ He’s always been very sweet and supportive.

The synthesis of pure, calming food is breathing pure air, listening to good sounds, looking at good sights, and touching pure objects.

And I finally said yes. Happy Valentine's Day sweetheart I love you. Congrats you are one in a million may God be with us on this journey. I love you, sweetheart.

There is happiness in duty, although it may not seem so. To fulfill one's duty elevates the soul to a state of constant sweetness. Love is the bond between men, the way to teach and the center of the world.

Where find a soul that does not thrill
   In Kalidasa’s verse to meet
The smooth, inevitable lines
   Like blossom-clusters, honey-sweet?

When you feel anger arising, remember to return to your breathing and follow it. The other person may see that you are practicing, and she may even apologize.

I lay my harp on the curved table,
Sitting there idly, filled only with emotions.
Why should I trouble to play?
A breeze will come and sweep the strings.

Her comments before and after Los Angeles were filled with a kind of hatred that you do not honor today and tonight.… If you took the words "white" and "black," and you reversed them, you might think David Duke was giving that speech.

When first thy pencil did these beaties give
And breathing figures learnt from thee to live

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