Annunzio Wylie Quotes & Sayings

I could fill an entire second life with working on my prints. — M.C. Escher

A fine silver rain, like cobwebs falling. — Jenny Downham

The true artist regards his work as a means of talking with men [and women], of saying his say to himself and to others. It is not a question of pay ... — Robert Henri

was starting to raise my hand in a thumbs-down gesture, so he said, "Okay, okay! If we don't drink blood, we look really pale. Regardless of our ethnicity or geographic location or exposure to the sun. And we feel cold to the touch." He paused and looked down at me in exasperation. "I am seriously trying here. Every instinct I have is telling me to use polysyllabic words to impress you. — Temple West

There is a God within us, and we glow when He stirs us. — Ovid

Because wanton or venal lips has murmured the same words to him, he only half believed in the sincerity of those he was hearing now; to a large extent they should be disregarded, he believed, because such exaggerated language must surely mask commonplace feelings: as if the soul in its fullness did not sometimes overflow into the most barren metaphors, since no one can ever tell the precise measures of his own needs, of his own ideas, of his own pain, and human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when what we long to do is make music that will move the stars to pity. — Gustave Flaubert

The difference of somebody of winning and losing, has nothing to do with their genetics, has nothing to do with their potential. — Greg Plitt

My hair stands on end at the cost and charges of these boys. Why was I ever a father! Why was my father ever a father! — Charles Dickens

James stared at him for a moment, a brief moment, before his stonelike fist landed in Richard's gut. Wrong answer. Try again. — Johanna Lindsey

There were websites erected to figure out how to kill Alanis. I just do not need to see this; it's not good for anybody. — Alanis Morissette

All the dying that summer began with the death of a child, a boy with golden hair and thick glasses, killed on the railroad tracks outside New Bremen, Minnesota, sliced into pieces by a thousand tons of steel speeding across the prairie toward South Dakota. His name was Bobby Cole. He was a sweet-looking kid and by that I mean he had eyes that seemed full of dreaming and he wore a half smile as if he was just about to understand something you'd spent an hour trying to explain. I should have known him better, been a better friend. He lived not far from my house and we were the same age. But he was two years behind me in school and might have been held back even more except for the kindness of certain teachers. He was a small kid, a simple child, no match at all for the diesel-fed drive of a Union Pacific locomotive. It — William Kent Krueger

So if Obama's energy policy is "all of the above" - which effectively means full steam ahead with fossil fuel extraction, complemented with renewables around the margins - Blockadia is responding with a tough philosophy that might be described as "None of the below." It is based on the simple principle that it's time to stop digging up poisons from the deep and shift, with all speed, to powering our lives from the abundant energies on our planet's surface. — Naomi Klein

It takes a lot of energy to work, in general, especially if you're the lead in something. — Faith Ford