Arnoldstein Web Quotes & Sayings

I think if you follow anyone home, whether they live in Houston or London, and you sit at their dinner table and talk to them about their mother who has cancer or their child who is struggling in school, and their fears about watching their lives go by, I think we're all the same. — Brene Brown

Praise the world to the angel, not what can't be talked about.
You can't impress him with your grand emotions. In the grand cosmos
where he so intensely feels, you're just a novice. So show
him some simple thing shaped for generation after generation
until it lives in our hands and in our eyes, and it's ours.
Tell him about things. He'll stand amazed, just as you did
beside the ropemaker in Rome or the potter on the Nile.
Show him how happy a thing can be, how innocent and ours;
how even grief's lament purely determines its own shape,
serves as a thing, or dies in a thing - and escapes
In ecstasy beyond the violin. — Rainer Maria Rilke

We don't lose people, they just slip down like sand through the loop holes we have in ourselves. — Himanshu Chhabra

God gave unto the Animals A wisdom past our power to see: Each knows innately how to live, Which we must learn laboriously. — Margaret Atwood

All knives and forks were working away at a rate that was quite alarming; very few words were spoken; and everybody seemed to eat his utmost, in self defence, as if a famine were expected to set in before breakfast-time to-morrow morning, and it had become high time to assert the first law of nature. — Charles Dickens

It hadn't shocked the old woman, not much. She had got past being shocked early in life. — Sherwood Anderson

I think I'm an alright twitterer. — Todd Snider

Occasionally God rips aside the veil, and you begin to see this very fact: All things happen for you. All things. Everything is knit together. — Timothy Keller

She wanted to climb on to the rack herself to wrench one of the pilgrims away from the sight that transfixed them, to rip back the cowl from their helmet, to press her own face against that blank mirror and try to make contact
before it was too late
with whatever fading glimmer of human individuality remained. She wanted to drive a rock into the faceplate, shattering faith in an instant of annihilating decompression.
And yet she knew that her anger was horribly misdirected. She knew that she only loathed and despised these pilgrims because of what what she feared had happened to Harbin. She could not smash the churches, so she desired instead to smash the gentle innocents who were drawn toward them — Alastair Reynolds

Power is poison. Its effect on Presidents had always been tragic. — Henry Adams