Biogeography Journal Quotes & Sayings

And when he got home he started on Mumma. He hated her then, because in her fatness and untidiness and drabness she reminded him of what he himself was when he was sober. — Ruth Park

Recipient and that, as a surprise honeymoon gift, I'd — David Weber

Man may live and man may die searching for the question why. But if he tries to rule the sky, he must fall. — Cat Stevens

As far as the hate, it makes me laugh. Everybody is a critic. Every critic I've ever had, they weren't wrestlers [laughs]. Every wrestler I've ever had critique me, they were always into my stuff or what I'm doing out there. For a non-wrestler, someone who doesn't even know how to lock up, and if we did lock up, they wouldn't know what to do, for them to critique any of us, it really does pop me. — Roman Reigns

We singers have a different level of responsibility from other musicians. We have words that we must convey; we have meanings that we must convey through these lyrics. — Jessye Norman

Melissa McCarthy (Bridesmaids) is a gimmick comedian who has devoted her short career to being obese and obnoxious with equal success. — Rex Reed

I do need my independence. I have to have that. — Carol Vorderman

Say what you have to say in the fewest possible words. — Arthur Bryant

She opened for me, every part of her available and soft for me. Except her heart, I thought. That she had closed to me, if it had ever been open. — R.K. Lilley

The mind is like tofu. By itself, it has no taste. Everything depends on the flavor of the marinade it steeps in. — Zalman Schachter-Shalomi

My true program is summed up in one word: life. I expect to photograph anything suggested by that word which appeals to me. — Edward Weston

Our fundamental task as human beings is to seek out connections-to exercise our imaginations. — Katherine Paterson

People wish to be poets more than they wish to write poetry, and that's a mistake. One should wish to celebrate more than one wishes to be celebrated. — Lucille Clifton

I have ugly hands, but I'm grateful 'coz they work beautifully! — Margo Vader

Where perfumed rivers flow,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where passing breezes halt,
Is the home of my beloved.

Where dawn arrives on bare toes,
Where night paints henna-beams on feet,
Where fragrance bathes in moonlight,
Is the home of my beloved.

Where rays of light roam nakedly,
In green forests of sandalwood.
Where the flame seeks the lamp,
Is the home of my beloved.

Where sunsets sleep on wide waters,
And the deer leap.
Where tears fall for no reason,
Is the home of my beloved.

Where the farmer sleeps hungry,
Even though the wheat is the color of my beloved,
Where the wealthy ones lie in hiding,
Is the home of my beloved.

Where perfumed rivers flow,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where passing breezes halt,
Is the home of my beloved. — Shiv Kumar Batalvi