2213 Smith Quotes & Sayings

I come from a line of great Sicilian women, and their mentality is to endure and push through to the other side. — Cyndi Lauper

I don't have nightmares; I give them all to you. — Stephen King

The modern world is insane, not so much because it admits the abnormal as because it cannot recover the normal. — G.K. Chesterton

The simple-minded always look for something - if it's not pornography, it's DVDs or the Internet or video games - but I don't think there's anything inherently evil about Facebook. — David Fincher

Optimism is cowardice. — Oswald Spengler

Francis discovered the hidden secret to inner peace: Don't react. It doesn't make the insults OK. But it does keep us from being consumed by our own anger. — Diane Houdek

Beauty is not all there is of poetry. It must contain the truth. It is not simply an oak, rude and grand, neither is it simply a vine. It is both. Around the oak of truth runs the vine of beauty. — Robert Green Ingersoll

The second this interminable wait ended, it would all start to fall away into the past, to become unreal. — Garth Risk Hallberg

'River of Light,' to a dense but powerful score commissioned from Charles Wuorinen and with ravishing lighting by Mark Stanley, has depth and resonance. — Robert Gottlieb

I'm not like he is, you know," he tells me, but that isn't the part that stirs my cold, dead heart. It's the words he follows it up with a second later, as though it barely takes him anything to let them out: "So if you want to run, run. I won't sit on the side-lines and wait for you to slip away, like you never existed." He pauses, thickly. Takes a second, in a way I can understand. "I'll fight for you, El. I'll always fight for you. — Charlotte Stein

Everything aids everything, because all things are a reflection of the Buddha mind, of the mind of Enlightenment. — Frederick Lenz

The utmost the American novelist can hope for, if he hopes at all to see his work included in the literature of his time, is that it may eventually be found to be along in the direction of the growing tip of collective consciousness. Preeminently the novelist's gift is that of access to the collective mind. — Mary Hunter Austin