Frasier Quotes

Words are real. Even if you can't see them, or hold them. Once you send them out in the world, they have power. Never speak words you don't mean.

I think, This will be the last horrible thing I have to go through, until I meet someone else and the whole travesty begins again. I myself bear a sign that reads DON´T DATE ME, I CHAIN-SMOKE, I´M BITTER, AND I INCLUDE GRABBY TODDLER, and this has dramatically decreased my social life. I have resigned myself to a lifetime of jalapeño poppers and cheap wine and Frasier reruns.

Socrates said the perfect society would be based on a great lie. People would be told that lie from the cradle, and they would believe it, because human beings need to make order out of chaos.

He expected too much from people, that was the problem, Ethan thought. He expected too much from life.

STOP TREATING DOPE PEOPLE LIKE THEY'RE REGULAR

It's OK to not be fine.

IF YOU AIN'T RAISING THE VIBRATION YOU ARE KILLING THE VIBE!

Music is art, and art is an integral part of the human experience.

MY ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS BECAUSE WHILE I STAND STILL MY VIBRATIONS STILL MOVE YOU

Because the passage of time becomes molasses when dealing with the death of a loved one. A month. A year. Two years. All the same.

But sometimes the monster in the closet was really just a worthless clown in a coma.

Maybe that’s what coffee shops sold. The idea that everything was okay, at least here, in this moment.

VIBES NEVER EVER LIE; SO YOU BETTER LISTEN WHEN THEY TALK!

Zoey thought about what Charlotte and Frasier had said about some stories not needing to be told. Zoey had only thought about the loss of the story itself. But now she wondered if finding out the truth behind some stories would constitute an even greater loss, because it meant losing something you were happy believing.

Determination Determines Your Destination

MOST DAYS MY LIFE CAN BE SUMMED UP IN MOVIE QUOTES AND HIP HOP AND R&B LYRICS

People were always trying to fix the past. They deliberately, often unconsciously, relived events similar to something that had gone wrong.

THEY STOLE YOUR STYLE BUT THEY COULDN'T STEAL YOUR GLOW

YOU HIDE YOUR UGLY TRUTH SO BEAUTIFULLY AND WHEN YOU REVEAL IT TO THE WORLD YOU'RE EVEN MORE ATTRACTIVE

Oh? You're held to a different standard because of others' preconceptions?

BLACK ISN'T JUST A HUE IT'S A HUEMAN

FACE IT.... SOMETIMES PROCRASTINATION IS DEPRESSION IN DISGUISE KNOW THE DIFFERENCE!

IF IT WASN'T FOR MUSIC I WOULD HAVE AMNESIA! MY MEMORIES LIVE IN THE MUSIC! #HOPENATION

FAKE IT TIL YOU BECOME IT!

THE WISER I GET.... THE LESS I SPEAK, THE MORE I THINK AND THE MORE THOUGHTFUL MY WORDS BECOME" ~QWANA M. "BABYGIRL" REYNOLDS-FRASIER

They watched a repeat of Frasier on Channel 11. The show was starting to grow on them both.

My phone dings and before I can pick it up, it dings several more times. I catch sly grins and snickers in my direction from my 'friends' and I just know that this can not be good. I check my phone to find that there's several updates on Facebook. Oh, no. [Bradley Patrick is marrier to Colleen Frasier Patrick)] [Bradely Patrick likes Colleen Frasier Patrick's status] My eyes grown wide and I see that all of my 'friends' like my status. But I haven't been on Facebook since we left Boston. What the fuck? And why has my name changed! [Colleen Frasier Patrick is having lunch with 'the hubs' Bradley Patrick] Who hacked my Facebook account? I glare around at each of them. I can't tell who did it. They all look guilty. I try to log into my account, but the password has been changed. Who changed my password? I know I'm screaming but I can't stop myself. They all burst out laughing.

God Makes No Mistakes He Makes Divine Executive Decisions

Something Is Brewing... God Knows What He Is Doing

WHAT CAN YOU SPEND BUT YOU CAN NEVER GET BACK???? TIME! CHOOSE HOW YOU SPEND YOUR TIME AND WHO YOU SPEND IT WITH WISELY.

Good afternoon, Seattle. I'm listening.

I wonder why we always feel disdain for our old selves,” Uriah said. “We should feel thankful. We should appreciate the people we used to be rather than being ashamed of them.

L-EVELS O-F V-ARYING E-MOTIONS BEING IN LOVE IS ALWAYS A COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP!

I said I was sorry.” “Words are real. Even if you can’t see them, or hold them. Once you send them out in the world, they have power. Never speak words you don’t mean.” Gould

PRACTICE MAKES THE HARD THINGS EASY

PEOPLE WITH THE SMARTEST MOUTHS HAVE THE DUMBEST BRAINS

She hadn’t known she was a cat person

She’s not only merely dead—she’s really most sincerely dead.

HOLDING ONTO HOPE MAY MAKE YOU TIRED BUT IF YOU LET GO OF HOPE, THE FALL CAN SPIRITUALLY KILL YOU! HOLD ON

NEVER BE SO BUSY BEING THE LIGHT FOR OTHERS THAT YOU NEGLECT TO SHINE ON YOURSELF

A LIE IS LIKE A BAD NEIGHBORHOOD; IT'S NOT SAFE TO LIVE IN

WHEN PEOPLE SHOW YOU THEIR TRUE COLORS, DON'T GO COLOR BLIND

the brain often rejected logic in favor of desire. “Have

MIND YOUR OWN SOCIAL MEDIA BUSINESS

NO SURROGATE CAN BIRTH YOUR GREATNESS SO LET THEM STEAL TIME WILL REVEAL

IN LIFE ONE MUST LEARN HOW TO WASH THEIR OWN BACK

Words are real. Even if you can’t see them, or hold them. Once you send them out in the world, they have power. Never speak words you don’t mean.

NEVER GO TO SLEEP KNOWING THE SAME THING YOU KNEW THE NIGHT BEFORE!

IF SOMEONE KEEPS DOING WHAT THEY'RE DOING THEY WILL GET BETTER AT IT, BUT.... THEY STILL WON'T BE BETTER THEN YOU! KEEP PUSHING!

LOVE IS NOMADIC AND I'M A GYPSY SOUL SO LOVE GOES WHEREVER I GO

IT'S NOT ALWAYS ABOUT THE POUNDS LOST MORE ABOUT THE STRENGTH GAINED QWANA B.G.R.F

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS THE MAP IS FREE! IMAGINATION IS THE KEY! ~QWANA B.G.R.F

YOU LIGHT UP MY LIFE SO PLEASE NEVER STOP SHINING!

HEROES AIN'T NOTHING BUT A VILLAIN WHO FOUND THEIR PURPOSE

WHEN YOU LOVE MAKE EVERY MOMENT AN EXPERIENCE THE HEART CAN HOLD ONTO.

An idea, a notion, love, hate, formed in childhood, was hard to redirect because it was so ingrained and so accepted as normal.

MY LIFE MAY NOT BE A FAIRY TALE BUT IT'S A DAMN GOOD READ

This was how she coped, by calming her mind and removing all wants.

LEGACY IS THE RESPONSIBILITY OF THE LIVING!

haboobs, those nasty walls of sand and dust that moved in like dense clouds, making travel, and even breathing, near impossible.

I wonder why we always feel disdain for our old selves...We should feel thankful. We should appreciate the people we used to be rather than being ashamed of them.

Sometimes The Only Happy Ending You're Going To Get, Starts With The Beginning Of Understanding #HOPENATION

EVERYTHING ROUND AIN'T A BALL

SOME OF THE WEALTHIEST PEOPLE ARE THE BROKEST PEOPLE ON EARTH!

I USED TO BE A HUGGER NOW I'M A SOCIAL DISTANCER

He could really fool the shit out of himself. A guy had to be careful about creating his own reality. Because you could get lost in it, so lost that it was hard to get back to the real world.

This was what it was about. These moments that crept up on you out of nowhere and whispered mysterious, unformed promises that made you want to live for something you didn’t even know existed.

The desk in front of Frasier was littered with sketchbooks and colored pencils. Drawing was a medium he'd taken up later in life and all he drew was birds, over and over, usually in the heat of the day when it was too hot to be in the garden. The wall in front of him was covered in sketches of the dellawisps, so many of them the papers overlapped, forming a decoupage of turquoise birds.

Unless a person’s memory could be erased, there were no fresh starts, only progression. Even if you burned down a house where bad things had happened, the house would still be there in your mind, regardless.

I wonder how much of a person is simply fabricated by others,” she said. “And think about this: None of us see the same person in the exact same way. We bring ourselves into the equation. So an individual is never really an individual.

Frasier stepped in and reached for a wall switch. A crystal light fixture popped on, raining down variegated light. The building revealed itself to be like a geode---rocky on the outside but sparkling with unexpected decadence inside. It was small, just one room. The furniture was covered with white sheets, but everything else she could see was lovely---the golden parquet floor, the whitewashed rafters, and the long kitchen counter on the far wall, which sported kitschy, pale pink appliances.

Forgot my coffee on my desk.” True, but an excuse all the same. Her next choice would be PMS, but PMS got a bad rap. Her theory about PMS was that it simply lifted the veil. It wasn’t always pleasant to see the world so clearly, so it only happened once a month.

I wonder how much of a person is simply fabricated by others,” she said. “And think about this: None of us see the same person in the exact same way. We bring ourselves into the equation. So an individual is never really an individual.” “This might be a little too deep for a hangover. Are you saying we’re not only a product of our environment; we’re also informed by accurate and inaccurate observations by others? That makes my head hurt even more.” “One thing I know, before my capture I saw myself through everybody else’s eyes, if that makes any sense. Every single person I engaged with throughout the day. I read their reaction to me and saw what they saw, accurate or inaccurate. That hasn’t happened since my escape. I don’t know if this new me is normal or abnormal, but that skewed reflection no longer exists. It should feel good, but it’s like something is gone.” You become the person he sees.

WHEN YOU SNEAK IN LATE AT NIGHT NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TIP TOE THE THE FLOOR CREAKS LOUDER AND LOUDER THAT'S WHEN YOU REALIZE... "SNEAKING IS NOISY” AND S.I.N IS LOUD!!!!

I FOUND MYSELF LIVING FOR THE ONES WHO LOST THEIR LIVES

ART IS A GIFT THAT IS MEANT TO BE SHARED AND SERVED FAMILY STYLE

Amazon Lily.

FRIENDINYOURPOCKET SAYS JUST BECAUSE IT DIDN'T CRACK DOESN'T MEAN IT DIDN'T BREAK! #HOPENATION

FRIENDINYOURPOCKET SAYS LOVE SURVIVED EVERY DISASTER AND IT WILL AGAIN BECAUSE LOVE IS THE ROACH OF EMOTIONS YOU CAN'T KILL IT!

WE WILL SCRUTINIZE THE INGREDIENTS FOR THE FOOD WE PUT IN OUR BODY BUT WE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE PEOPLE WE PUT IN OUR LIVES ARE MADE OF

THE QUEST STARTS WITH A QUESTION #HOPENATION

THE WRITER IS ALWAYS RIGHT #HOPENATION

A MAN ON A CANE STILL STANDS ON HIS OWN TWO FEET!

YOU ARE NOT A FINISHED WORK OF ART YOU ARE A COMMISSIONED WORK IN PROGRESS HANGING IN A GALLERY UNDER CONSTRUCTION! KEEP PUSHING!

Why was it cool to get wasted when you were a kid, and so pathetic once a guy passed thirty? Gavin had the answer. When a kid got drunk, he did it for sheer fun. An adult, on the other hand, did it to escape, to find oblivion. Trouble

As he always said, what doesn’t kill you makes you bitter.

Hell had doors. He knew that. And if you left one hell, what was to stop you from stepping into another? What

Captives learned the art of no reaction in order to remove the cause and effect of torture, the joy experienced by the torturer. “I

I MUST BE A TIME TRAVELLER BECAUSE I AM ALWAYS AHEAD OF MY TIME

A world within a world.

But the unexamined life wasn’t a life worth living. Who’d said that? Socrates. Yes, Socrates. Smart guy. Right

Those people, once removed from your life, were hard to put back. You could try, and you could think it was going to work, and you could enjoy the company and the reminiscing, but it was hard, if not impossible, to make them a part of your life once again.

Do you miss Mallow Island? That had always been a complicated question to answer because of how closely it was tied to his mother. He didn't miss her. But he missed Frasier. He missed the way sugar seemed to float out of every open door on Trade Street. He missed trying to find fiddler crabs with a flashlight on summer nights. He missed being able to drive around without GPS because he knew every road by heart. He missed the good things. He thought the job at the Rondo would give him a taste of himself again, but he knew now that he was never going to find himself here. He'd left too much of himself behind. And now he just wanted to go home.

You have a cat," she said, surprised. It was an odd-looking cat with no hair on its back and strange ears, but with beautiful green eyes focused on Charlotte. As soon as it saw that it had Charlotte's attention, it meowed several times with a soft, creaky voice, as if there was a lot it needed to tell her. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Frasier. She's absolutely no danger to those birds. She was a stray and badly burned behind Popcorn a few years ago. When she's not talking, she sleeps, mostly." "What's her name?" "Fig," Mac said. "Short for Figaro. Because she talks so much she's downright operatic." "She's lovely." Her tragic beauty made Charlotte want to cry.

The concept is never what attracts me; it’s the execution. There are lots of shows about bars, news and radio stations, cabdrivers, and shrinks. I want to see what the characters that are put into these situations do. I’m concerned about believability and the economy of the comedy, the shortest distance between the character and the laughter, and the best way to get there. When I direct an episode, I have a lot of notes. I am apt to tell writers, “Fifty percent of what I say is gold and fifty percent is garbage. It’s your job to figure out which is which.

The way you react to a joke is to pretend that you have three holes in the top of your head and you have three balls. And as you’re trying to react to the joke, you’re trying to get the three balls into the holes. Less is more.

At school we were in The Visit, the Swiss play by Friedrich Dürrenmatt about Claire Zachanassian, the world-famous billionaire who returns home to her impoverished village and says she will pay a billion dollars to whoever kills her former love, who spurned her.

My philosophy was “Get it done.” Get the basics in there and, after that, tweak it and make it better; think about how to generate nuances that would enhance the show. I knew that doing nuances right away was like building a house and putting the couches and the curtains in before laying the foundation. This was literally how my directing career began. I was doing well, but I still felt I was getting other people’s laughs, not my own.

When you’re poignant, when you go to the depths of a sensitive discussion, the audience doesn’t want to be left there. As an artist, you never leave them there. You lead them down one road and then you give them joke #75 so they can come back feeling happy, fulfilled, and smarter. That kind of road is complex and dangerous, because if you take them too far down the road, you may not be able to bring them back.

The first ingredient in becoming a director is trying to find good writers to work with good actors who know how to perform the material.