Avanos Halyard Quotes & Sayings

Here's one of the problems with communicating in the words of a man who is not around to explain himself: it's damn hard sometimes to tell what he was talking about. Look, the sheer fact that people have banged out book after article after dramatic interpretation of this guy should tell you that despite his eloquence, he wasn't the clearest of communicators. — Eleanor Brown

Reality can be beaten with enough imagination. — Mark Twain

There is nothing as strong as tenderness, And nothing as tender as true strength. — Saint Francis De Sales

I'm bored, I'm the chairman of the board. — Iggy Pop

It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. — George Eliot

It is a burden ... (M)ake no mistake about that. Any great gift or power or talent is a burden and this more than any, and you will long to be free of it. But there is nothing to be done. If you were born with the gift, then you must serve it, and nothing in this world or out of it may stand in the way of that service, because that is why you were born and that is the Law."
- Susan Cooper ("Merriman" The Dark is Rising) — Susan Cooper

My life has been being a daredevil. I am Evel Knievel. I am a daredevil. — Evel Knievel

If you do not know how to care for money, money will stay away from you. — Robert Kiyosaki

The capture, taming, training and keeping of eagles is highly ritualized. Most of the birds, which have a life span of about 40 years, are caught when very young - either snatched from a nest or trapped in a baited net. — Stephen Kinzer

There is no necessity for pain-why, then, is the worst pain reserved for those who will not accept its necessity? — Ayn Rand

Sonnet V
I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place
patiently the river asks for its share of the drizzle
and, bit by bit, a tomorrow passing in poems approaches
so I carry faraway's land and it carries me on travel's road
On a mare made of your virtues, my soul weaves
a natural sky made of your shadows, one chrysalis at a time.
I am the son of what you do in the earth, son of my wounds
that have lit up the pomegranate blossoms in your closed-up gardens
Out of jasmine the night's blood streams white. Your perfume,
my weakness and your secret, follows me like a snakebite. And your hair
is a tent of wind autumn in color. I walk along with speech
to the last of the words a bedouin told a pair of doves
I palpate you as a violin palpates the silk of the faraway time
and around me and you sprouts the grass of an ancient place - anew — Mahmoud Darwish

I rambled all the time. I was just like that, like a rollin' stone. — Muddy Waters