Famous Quotes & Sayings

Carole Bouquet

Real elegance is simply a true encounter with oneself.

Carol Leifer

Making love to a woman is like buying real estate: location, location, location.

Carol Vorderman

The photoshoot glitz and TV studio make-up isn't the real me.

Carlos Fuentes

There are people whose external reality is generous because it is transparent, because you can read everything, accept everything, understand everything about them: people who carry their own sun with them.

Carlos Castaneda

The only thing that is real is the being in you that is going to die.

Carlos Castaneda

I had been experiencing brief flashes of disassociation, or shallow states of non-ordinary reality.

Carlos Castaneda

Things are only real after one has learned to agree on their realness. What took place this evening, for instance, cannot possibly be real to you, because no one could agree with you about it. 'Do you mean that you didn't see what happened?'. Of course I did. But I don't count. I am the one who's lying to you, remember?

Carlos Castaneda

The things shamans deal with are extremely practical. They break down parameters of normal historical reality. Magical passes are just one aspect of that.

Carlos Castaneda

That's your doing. Now in order to affect that doing I am going to recommend that you learn another doing... It may hook you to another doing and then you may realize that both doings are lies, unreal, and that to hinge yourself to either one is a waste of time, because the only thing that is real is the being in you that is going to die. To arrive at that being is the note-doing of the self

Carole Bouquet

I didn't learn a lot from books. I learned a lot from movies.

Carol Shields

Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.

Carol Shields

Write the book you want to read, the one you cannot find.

Carol White

What I always tell my clients is to put yourself in your potential customer's shoes - what would you want to hear about this story/book and does this [marketing material] deliver that information?

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Easy is to occupy a place in a telephone book. Difficult is to occupy someone's heart; know that you're really loved.

Carlos Fuentes

I must write the book out in my head now, before I sit down.

Carlos Fuentes

For me, life without literature is inconceivable. I think that Don Quixote in a physical sense never existed, but Don Quixote exists more than anybody who existed in 1605. Much more. There's nobody who can compete with Don Quixote or with Hamlet. So in the end we have the reality of the book as the reality of the world and the reality of history.

Carlos Fuentes

Here among my books, my wife, my friends and my loves, I have plenty of reasons to keep living.

Carlos Fuentes

Some writers achieve great popularity and then disappear forever. The bestseller lists of the past fifty years are, with a few lively exceptions, a sombre graveyard of dead books.

Charles M. Schulz

There's nothing like unrequited love to take all the flavor out of a peanut butter sandwich.

Elizabeth McCracken

Unrequited love–plain desperate aboveboard boy-chasing–turned you into a salesperson, and what you were selling was something he didn't want, couldn't use, would never miss. Unrequited love was deciding to be useless, and I could never abide uselessness.

Arthur Conan Doyle

It was all love on my side, and all good comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man.

Alexander Pushkin

Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.

Daniel Radcliffe

People do incredible things for love, particularly for unrequited love.

Alice Hoffman

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

Allison Pearson

The great thing about unrequited love is it's the only kind that lasts.

Andrei Tarkovsky

My encounter with another world and another culture and the beginnings of an attachment to them had set up an irritation, barely perceptible but incurable-rather like unrequited love, like a symptom of the hopelessness of trying to grasp what is boundless, or unite what cannot be joined; a reminder of how finite, how curtailed, our experience on earth must be

Cassandra Clare

The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.