Ascher Medical Feasterville Quotes & Sayings

Thirst after body is the great bane of human life. — Swami Vivekananda

That's the kind of trouble you get when diverse groups of people actually cross paths with one another. That's why many of the worst things in the world happen in and around Starbucks bathrooms. — Tina Fey

Faith is having a positive attitude about what you can do and not worrying at all about what you can't do. — Joyce Meyer

I had friends. The idea of being forever separated from them and from all their troubles is one of the greatest sorrows that I suffer in dying. Let them at least know that to my latest moment I thought of them. — Marie Antoinette

It is not certain whether the effects of totalitarianism upon verse need be so deadly as its effects on prose. There is a whole series of converging reasons why it is somewhat easier for a poet than a prose writer to feel at home in an authoritarian society.[ ... ]what the poet is saying- that is, what his poem "means" if translated into prose- is relatively unimportant, even to himself. The thought contained in a poem is always simple, and is no more the primary purpose of the poem than the anecdote is the primary purpose of the picture. A poem is an arrangement of sounds and associations, as a painting is an arrangement of brushmarks. For short snatches, indeed, as in the refrain of a song, poetry can even dispense with meaning altogether. — George Orwell

As he leans over to kiss me good night, I do not regret having graduated from the amorous sprints of our youths. Marriage is a long-distance course, and reading aloud is a kind of romantic Gatorade formulated to invigorate the occasionally exhausted racers. — Anne Fadiman

I've seen country music go uptown, like we say, and I'm proud I was there when it happened. — Loretta Lynn

Donald Trump showed his birth certificate to reporters. Who cares about his birth certificate? I want to know if that thing on his head has had its vaccinations. — Craig Ferguson

Suffering did different things to different people ... Some souls became tempered, unshakable in their faith, while others became twisted and mis-shapen, throwing off all connection to God. — Naomi Ragen

Royal Young has accomplished a rare feat in his fresh and riveting debut: he manages to recount his fascinating youth and unconventional family with a mixture of humor, scathing honesty and tenderness. Much more than simply a book about a kid who dreams of stardom, Fame Shark is a thoughtful, hilarious and moving love letter to his family and the Lower East Side of New York City. — Kristen Johnston

When there's an authentic mystery, as opposed to just a question being asked, that's what makes you lean forward. — J.J. Abrams

To discover the rules of society that are best suited to nations, there would need to exist a superior intelligence, who could understand the passions of men without feeling any of them, who had no affinity with our nature but knew it to the full, whose happiness was independent of ours, but who would nevertheless make our happiness his concern, who would be content to wait in the fullness of time for a distant glory, and to labour in one age to enjoy the fruits in another. Gods would be needed to give men laws. — Jean-Jacques Rousseau

He who stops his activities and at the same time is still thinking about them attains to nothing; he only becomes a hypocrite. But he who by the power of his mind gradually brings his sense-organs under control, employing them in work, that man is better. Therefore do thou work — Swami Vivekananda

Then it got worse. When I went shopping, the local merchants told me the Mc Cants were by telling them not to sell to me or else they would take vengeance out on their store. I had to go shopping further and further away from my apartment. Sometimes, when a bus came by my pick up point, one of the Mc Cants was standing by the driver telling him not to stop there. They even stood outside the factory I worked at holding up signs that read "This factory employs a murderer". From Fear and Retribution — The Prophet Of Life

Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to Earth's weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger On her charm'd way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun. — Adelaide Anne Procter