94080 Quotes & Sayings

I am of the international upper class, the Swedish petit bourgeoisie of Jewish extraction with poor language skills, a conveyor of a few expressions and faces, with some intonation that combines ancient human experience with timely coquetry. — Erland Josephson

The man who is anybody and who does anything is surely going to be criticized, vilified, and misunderstood. This is a part of the penalty for greatness, and every great man understands it; and understands, too, that it is no proof of greatness. The final proof of greatness lies in being able to endure contumely without resentment. — Elbert Hubbard

They died hard, those savage men - like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them. — Douglas MacArthur

I get to draw what I like to draw, basically people hangin' around, and write very humanistic kinds of situations and characters. But I do also like to draw adventure stories - more in terms of drawing them than writing them - and letting my imagination go wild. — Gilberto Hernandez Guerrero

I love to look at my life and look at what I can do better, how I can contribute more and where I can push myself. — Daphne Oz

But if I'm content with a little, Enough is as good as a feast. — Isaac Bickerstaffe

Within the ring there lies an O,
Within the O there looks an eye,
In the eye there swims a sea,
And in the sea reflected sky,
And in the sky there shines the sun,
Within the sun a bird of gold. — Kathleen Raine

I raced through
Killer Keepsakes and really loved it smart and interesting and entertaining. — Linda Fairstein

A lot of times, just because people are different, they're judged. I try not to let that concern me. But sometimes it can be hurtful, because I do feel judged sometimes for being a little different. — Erin Davie

I'm through with sleep! So what if I go mad? So what if I lose my "ground of being"? I will not be consumed by my "tendencies." If sleep is nothing more than a periodic repairing of the parts of me that are being worn away, I don't want it anymore. I don't need it anymore. My flesh may have to be consumed, but my mind belongs to me. I'm keeping it for myself. I will not hand it over to anyone. I don't want to be "repaired." I will not sleep. — Haruki Murakami

It seems to me that before a man tries to express anything to the world he must recognize in himself an individual, a new one, very distinct from others. — Robert Henri