Alternated Patterns Quotes & Sayings

Art must be an expression of love or it is nothing. — Marc Chagall

I don't know in advance what I am going to put on canvas any more than I decide beforehand what colours I am going to use. — Pablo Picasso

Some people get their books on the best-seller list and then they count the number of weeks, and I just never want to live that way. — Lorrie Moore

September is a sweep of dusky, purple asters, a sumac branch swinging a fringe of scarlet leaves, and the bittersweet scene of wild grapes when I walk down the lane to the mailbox. September is a golden month of mellow sunlight and still clear days ... Small creatures in the grass, as if realizing their days are numbered, cram the night air with sound. Everywhere goldenrod is full out. — Jean Hersey

When you lose the shootout, you feel like you lost the hockey game, ... But we didn't lose the hockey game. We lost a point and they gained a point. That's the reality of it. — Randy Carlyle

So you attempt what De Bruik attempted, in her Free Radical Binds to Macromolecule." "We all attempt what De Bruik attempted, in one way or another." In Free Radical De Bruik had represented the macromolecule, an RNA strand, as a passacaglia, a ground base repeated again and again, in patterns of four that alternated regularly. This was a simple icon, a metaphor in which the repeated ground base stood for the repeated proteins in the RNA; fine. And the free radical's part was a test for any trumpet player. — Kim Stanley Robinson

It wasn't in me to preach. I can say somebody's a horse's ass, but I can't tell people what to do. — Jeff Himmelman

The past is useful only insofar as it justifies the present; the present is not of value in itself or autonomous, but subject to the image of the past. — Eli Lederhendler

What would it take for you to acknowledge - what would it take for you to acknowledge that race is an issue? Maybe you don't want to acknowledge that race is an issue. — Marc Morial

In agony unknown He bleeds away His life; in terrible throes He exhausts His soul. "Eloi! Eloi! lama sabachthani?" And then see! they pierce His side, and forthwith runneth out blood and water! This is the shedding of blood, the terrible pouring out of blood, without which, for you and the whole human race, there is no remission. — Charles Spurgeon