315 35 Quotes & Sayings

Anger is a better weapon than tears; a burr commands more respect than a sensitive plant. — Myrtle Reed

Democracy is the road to Socialism. — Karl Marx

A well-read man will yawn with boredom when one speaks to him of a new "good book," as he imagines a sort of composite of all the good books he has read, whereas a good book is something special, unforeseeable, made up not of the sum of all previous masterpieces but of something which the most thorough assimilation of every one of them would not enable him to discover, since it exists not in their sum but beyond it. — Marcel Proust

God knows that a mother needs fortitude and courage and tolerance and flexibility and patience and firmness and nearly every other brave aspect of the human soul. But because I happen to be a parent of almost fiercely maternal nature, I praise casualness. It seems to me the rarest of virtues. It is useful enough when children are small. It is useful to the point of necessity when they are adolescents. — Phyllis McGinley

Without comprehension, the immigrant would forever remain shut-a stranger in America. Until America can release the heart as well as train the hand of the immigrant, he would forever remain driven back upon himself, corroded by the very richness of the unused gifts within his soul. — Anzia Yezierska

There was only one thought that settled, as calmly as a cat finding a spot of sun to sleep in. One word that felt inevitable, as they kissed and nibbled and quietly laughed with the delirium of it. Home. — Georgia Clark

Think that if Hiro was so convinced in his own mind that he was unworthy of her, maybe he knew something she didn't. — Neal Stephenson

The reason diets and other how-to's don't work for most people is the same reason most how-to books and courses don't work for most people. It isn't that the actions are wrong. It's that people don't keep doing them. — Jeff Olson

It makes no odds where a man goes or stays, if he is only about his business. — Henry David Thoreau

Recover? She clasped her hands in her lap, staring at them as pain welled up in her chest. Could one recover from a broken heart — Sasha Summers