Ad Sem Quotes & Sayings

Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being helpless prey to impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, drops him, promises and betrays, and -crowning injury- inflicts on him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself. — Paul Valery

Daredevil nature as a young man. When I read what William Roth had written, I sighed. So that was where my own two boys had gotten the trait that was turning their mother's hair gray. — Katherine Paterson

There is no art without contemplation. — Robert Henri

The differences between a tart, a pie and a quiche are a blur. — Yotam Ottolenghi

Who needs girls when you've got comics? — Grant Morrison

We care what happens to people only in proportion as we know what people are. — Henry James

You don't go to Notre Dame to learn something; you go to Notre Dame to be somebody. — Lou Holtz

We are living in an unlimited world with limited thinking people. — Dr Lloyd Magangeni

I won't cry. When the guilt is this heavy, you can't. It just settles and stays with you, and it's cold. — Bethany Griffin

Having principled men and women in office is how you protect yourself from tyranny, and that was something I learned from when I was 2, 3, 5 years old. — Ted Cruz

I wondered what kind of monsters lurked in theaters to prey on people sitting by themselves because their brothers wouldn't get out of bed to take them to the movies. — Rachel Cohn

There is an argument for believing that the entire process of writing a piece of fiction is simply a thinly-controlled and highly-internalised nervous breakdown designed, with a bit of luck, to produce something worthwhile at the end. — David Hewson

Josh Gad and I have been friends since the time he auditioned for Modern Family. I directed the pilot for that, and that's how we met. — Josh Gad

Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary,
imperial joy and sorrow of human existence,
the dreamed as well as the lived
what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death? — Louise Gluck