Assiettes Blanches Quotes & Sayings

Resurrection plants are usually tiny, no bigger than your fist. They are ugly and small and useless and special. When it rains, their leaves puff up but do not become green for forty-eight hours because it takes time for photosynthesis to start up. During those strange days of its reawakening the plant lives off of pure concentrated sugar, an intense sustained infusion of sweetness, a year's worth of sucrose coursing through its veins in just one day. This little plant has done the impossible: it has transcended the wilted brown of death. The miracle is not sustainable, of course, and within a day or two things will inevitably go back to normal. Such a crazy life takes its toll, and in the long term, even a resurrection plant withers and dies completely. But for a brief, glorious moment it knows something that no other plant has ever known: how to grow without being green. — Hope Jahren

The door slammed open. Vivenna jumped, putting a hand to her chest.
Vasher walked in. 'Start reaching for that sword when you're startled,' he said. 'There's little reason to grab your shirt, unless you're planning to rip it off. — Brandon Sanderson

The essence of life is in remembering God. — Kabir

There are two distinct classes of men - those who pay taxes and those who receive and live upon taxes. — Thomas Paine

No spirited mind remains within itself; it is always aspiring and going beyond its strength; it has impulses beyond its power of achievement. — Michel De Montaigne

When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies through the window. — Oscar Wilde

Jobs was brave enough to think differently, bold enough to believe he could change the world, and talented enough to do it — Barack Obama

When we fall asleep, we withdraw our awareness from its hypnotic fascination with physical sensation, thereby enabling us to listen with our now awakening sixth sense. — Henry Reed

That something can be used for good isn't necessarily a knockdown argument for it. — Paul Bloom

The play of conflicting interests in a framework of shared purposes is the drama of a free society. It is a robust exercise, and often a noisy one. It is not for the faint-hearted, or the tidy-minded. — John W. Gardner

There was something that charmed her in the fact that her brother, the one true worldling in the whole tribe of Boughtons, seemed to be asking her for advice, or for wisdom, standing there in the sunlight with the wind hushing in the dusty lilacs of their childhood and laundry swaying on the lines where their school clothes used to hang. — Marilynne Robinson