Capstick Sod Quotes & Sayings

The lower you are on the pole, the more events seem to be governed by chance. Climb up a few steps and you realize that there's an order to the whole thing, the dice are loaded and the cards well marked. — Daniel Polansky

What's inspiring me the most [is] injustice. My own growth as a member of the human race, in terms of the veils being lifted, seeing more of the beauty and also the horror. A sense of my own purpose in this life. Love ... — Ottessa Moshfegh

The mammalian brain evolved exquisite place memory because that was essential for survival. This is why squirrels have such a good memory for where they buried their nuts. — Daniel Levitin

Love can't be earned, it can only be given. And it can only be exchanged by people who are completely true with each other. — Donald Miller

I really lost vision of the guy and it's on me. — Jake Delhomme

Don't just be alive; once you have arrived, find the reason why and make that reason accomplished. — Israelmore Ayivor

While there is no cure, cystic fibrosis is so close to being a livable disease. There is a lot of hope. — Max Carver

Our very eyes
Are sometimes, like our judgments, blind. — William Shakespeare

Beware of a Yankee when he is feeding, — Frederick Douglass

Okay. The story is about a little wave, bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time. He's enjoying the wind and the fresh air-until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore. "My God, this is terrible," the wave says. "Look what's going to happen to me!"
Then along comes another wave. It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him, "Why do you look so sad?"
The first wave says, "You don't understand! We're all going to crash! All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn't it terrible?"
The second wave says, "No, you don't understand. You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean. — Morrie Schwartz.

Kid, time's up," Hunter said to the boy on Santa's lap.
"I'm not finished!" the boy cried.
Hunter bent over, until their faces were level. The kid reminded him of Cupid,whose chubby face hid a diabolical brain intent on replacing Santa as the most beloved holiday figure. Hunter had lost more than one of his platoon members after they were lured into Cupid's boiling pots of
chocolate. He'd learned not to trust kids.
"If you don't want me to slip you a poison gumdrop in your sleep, get off Santa's lap," Hunter whispered.
The boy burst into tears.
"Next!" Hunter barked. — Lizzy Ford