Famous Quotes & Sayings

Audrey Johnson

When he saw her, he meant to have her. That was what he always said. He just loved my mother.

Jason Aldean

I went and took it to the label, and they loved it, so we put it on the record.

Caroline Campbell

He was so kind...everybody loved him...everybody in Trumann loved Junior.

Isiah Thomas

He was like the Pope. He was just a beautiful, beautiful, wonderful man. ... We just loved 'Coach.' He's meant so much to all of us, even the people who didn't play for him.

Lizette Hernandez

I didn't want him to ride, but oh, my God, he loved them.

Rachel Remen

I did this because the person I loved wanted it.

Vivienne Westwood

Save the rainforest for your loved ones

Robert Noble

This has been quite a trip. I loved every minute, but now it is time to move on.

Donna Flock

Everyone loved her, that's why I can't understand why someone would do this.

Julia Sweeney

Well, you can't be depressed and sad 24 hours a day.

Richelle Mead

Rose you can't go." This time the sadness in Lissa's voice was mirrored though the bond, flooding into me. "It's not that Dimitri didn't ask to see you. He asked specifically not to see you.

William Maxwell

His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope.

Virginia Woolf

I’m not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.

William Wordsworth

The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.

Robert Ryan

I sometimes use a lot of light greens and greys when I feel there is sadness in the painting.

Robert Plant

Come into my life, here where nothing matters. Come into my life, roll away the gloom.

Sarah Waters

And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.

Sarah Dessen

He was looking at me, jsut as I'd thought he would be, but like Bert's, his light was not what I expected. No pity, no sadness: nothing had changed. I realized all the times I'd felt people stare at me, their faces had been pictures, abstracts. None of them were mirrors, able to reflect back the expression I thought one I wore, the feelings only I felt.