Arbitrarian Quotes & Sayings

Ideas do not work..
It is YOU who has to do the work ... — Manoj Arora

Maybe the idea was that he could write so many letters, deliver so many envelopes back to Sandy, eventually he'd have sent all of himself, and could exist more there than he did here. — Anthony Doerr

Fighting for identity is something that is very much in my life. — Ang Lee

As for your back rubs ... Study an anatomy book, pal, because what you've been rubbing isn't my back. — Susan Elizabeth Phillips

We use many expressions of fennel: blended with potato, it's an earthy, rich puree; the raw fronds add a fresh, green note; and the braised version gives it a luscious, home-cooked feel, something people can connect to - you need that in any dish. — Daniel Humm

To judge sins is the business of one who is sinless, but who is sinless except God? Who ever thinks about the multitude of his own sins in his heart never wants to make the sins of others a topic of conversation. To judge a man who has gone astray is a sign of pride, and God resists the proud. On the other hand, one who every hour prepares himself to give answer for his own sins will not quickly lift up his head to examine the mistakes of others. — Gennadius Of Constantinople

I can't go around believing in a God that believes suffering is good for me. — John Maynard Smith

there is an interior dimension to silence, a sort of stillness of heart and mind which is not a void but a rich space. — Sara Maitland

And then it hits me. I'm not anxious, I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be so lonely because it seems catastrophic - seeing the car just as it hits you. But then all of a sudden, that feeling is gone and I'm blank. So it's like a door quickly opened, just a crack, to show me what a mess I was inside. — Augusten Burroughs

Mom is always saying I'm a smart kid, but that I just don't apply myself. — Jeff Kinney

Josh loved his mother, but he did not know why. Diane loved her son, and she did not care why. — Joseph Fink

Authors are sometimes like tomcats: They distrust all the other toms but they are kind to kittens. — Malcolm Cowley