Best Mother's Day Wishes Quotes & Sayings

[On Gertrude Stein's Making of Americans:] I doubt if all the people who should read it will read it for a great while yet, for it is in such a limited edition, and reading it is anyhow a sort of permanent occupation. — Katherine Anne Porter

Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument. To perform this difficult office it is sometimes necessary for him to sacrifice happiness and everything that makes life worth living for the ordinary human being. — C. G. Jung

What's realistic to me is that families love each other and stand by each other. What's unrealistic is that they would ever say that. — Mitchell Hurwitz

Sometimes GOD places walls NOT to hold us back, but to test our determination — Samer Chidiac

What a noble gift to man are the Forests! What a debt of gratitude and admiration we owe to their beauty and their utility! How pleasantly the shadows of the wood fall upon our heads when we turn from the glitter and turmoil of the world of man! — Susan Fenimore Cooper

Our obsession with birth, by shifting us to a point before our past, robs us of our pleasure in the future, in the present, and even in the past. — Emil Cioran

The life even of a just man is a round of petty frauds; that of a knave a series of greater. We degrade life by our follies and vices, and then complain that the unhappiness which is only their accompaniment is inherent in the constitution of things. — Christian Nestell Bovee

Someday," Magnus said, looking at the crumpled royal person at his feet, "I must write my memoirs. — Cassandra Clare

Art is born when the temporary touches the eternal; the shock of beauty is when the irresistible force hits the immovable post. — G.K. Chesterton

As I stood there absorbing Hammett's novel, the slot machines at the back of the shop were clanking and whirring, and in the billiard room upstairs the perpetual poker game was being played. — Ross Macdonald

A female's body should be looked at and respected as something divine. At least, that was the original thought, but time marches on, and the sanctity of the sacred body is no longer sacred. — Lionel Suggs