Bebell Artist Quotes & Sayings

Another tradition to politics, a tradition (of politics) that stretched from the days of the country's founding to the glory of the civil rights movement, a tradition based on the simple idea that we have a stake in one another, and that what binds us together is greater than what drives us apart, and that if enough people believe in the truth of that proposition and act on it, then we might not solve every problem, but we can get something meaningful done. — Barack Obama

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Inner-space fiction
For there is never anywhere to go but in. — Doris Lessing

Money and machines anesthetize neediness. They put us in charge, in control. As long as the money holds out and the machines are in good repair, we don't need to pray. — Eugene H. Peterson

When the emergency brappers went of they did what any dedicated, well-trained and quick-minded Service personnel would do; they paniced.

From the short story What Makes Us Human. — Stephen R. Donaldson

It's only about young Twist, my dear,' said Mr. Sowerberry. 'A very good-looking boy, that, my dear. — Charles Dickens

Look, I promise I'm not psychotic. Eccentric and idiosyncratic, but not psychotic. (Sebastian) I'll bet the prisons are full of men who have told women that. (Channon) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Corporate worship is to be seeker sensible. — Mark Driscoll

I like to tell people that all of our products and business will go through three phases. There's vision, patience, and execution. — Steve Ballmer

I speak to maps. And sometimes they something back to me. This is not as strange as it sounds, nor is it an unheard of thing. Before maps, the world was limitless. It was maps that gave it shape and made it seem like territory, like something that could be possessed, not just laid waste and plundered. Maps made places on the edges of the imagination seem graspable and placable. — Abdulrazak Gurnah

Like Adam, we have all lost Paradise; and yet we carry Paradise around inside of us in the form of a longing for, almost a memory of, a blessedness that is no more, or the dream of a blessedness that may someday be again. — Frederick Buechner