Amontoar Quotes & Sayings

If you woo the company of the angels in your waking hours, they will be sure to come to you in your sleep. — George D. Prentice

Provide lots of opportunities for children's natural curiosity to manifest itself. With very young children, our role is one of supporter and guide. — Lilian Katz

As was the custom in such cases, the pear tree was charged with murder and sentenced to be uprooted and burned. — Robert Graves

I didn't think any biography could do justice to one of the few honest-to-goodness geniuses of our time, a walking paradox who wore a cloak of complexity and elusiveness, but Lisa Rogak has done an exemplary job of it. — Otto Penzler

Zuko: "Why am I so bad at being good?! — Zuko

When desire dies,fear is born — Baltasar Gracian

There's no way to know who I would have been if my life had taken a different path. Speculation is a waste of time. Looking back, I finally understand why they happened. I now believe that things happen for a reason. I am exactly where I'm supposed to be at this moment. — A.M. Madden

She stood in our cramped little bathroom, a bag of cosmetics in hand. Putting on her makeup while asking if we should buy a couch meant she'd already made up her mind that we were going to IKEA today, and asking me if we ought to go was her way of saying "Get your shoes on." It's dizzying, all the versions of meanings available to the listener. — Ryan Knighton

Don't anybody mention ice skating; Grandmaw is too old and frail and it wouldn't be polite. Hilda, you suggest dominoes and we'll all chime in - Grandmaw likes dominoes. We'll go skating some other time. Okay, kids?" Jubal — Robert A. Heinlein

When Michelangelo finished the painting of the Sistine Chapel's ceiling, he spent the rest of his life trying to remove the paint that had poured into his sleeve. — Francois Cavanna

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me. — Pablo Neruda

I have yet to find a man worth his salt in any direction who did not think of himself first and foremost. — George Jean Nathan