Cardella Trucking Quotes & Sayings

My highway is unfeatured air, My consorts are the sleepless stars, And men my giant arms upbear My arms unstained and free from scars. — William Ellery Channing

This (functional - E.W.) language controls by reducing the linguistic forms and symbols of reflection, abstraction, development, contradiction; by substituting images for concepts. It denies or absorbs the transcendent vocabulary; it does not search for but establishes and imposes truth and falsehood. — Herbert Marcuse

It was that stages-of-anger thing. I was shocked and then I got pissed and then I fought like hell ... and then I went numb. They called it acceptance, but it wasn't. It's what happens when you have only two choices: live with the monster, or kill yourself. — Ilsa J. Bick

God knows the end from the beginning. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The 19th century became the age of the museum. Objects were scrambled for, specimens seized, and friezes and antiques grasped. — Kate Williams

What I said to my family is, 'Our history is our own. Let people write what they want, we know who we are.' — Shayne Ward

I grew up in Los Angeles in a Quaker family, and for me being Quaker was a political calling rather than a religious one. — Bonnie Raitt

By deafness one gains in one respect more than one loses; one misses more nonsense than sense. — Horace Walpole

There are a lot of unspoken things with me and Nimai [Larson]. We're very yin and yang, neither one of us really treads on each other's toes. She's this wizard of the rhythm world, and I know nothing about that, but I can dabble with melody and lyrics and that's something she doesn't really have any interest in. We complement each other in that way. — Taraka Larson

I wasn't playing Nixon's satirical stick figure. I was playing Nixon the man. As an actor, I felt I had to get to the deeply flawed humanity of the guy. — Harry Shearer

We're creatures of contact regardless of whether/ we kiss or we wound. Still, we must come together. — David Rakoff

The next day I lay out on the grass in our backyard and I looked straight into the sun, the way my mother had told me never to do because it would damage my eyes. I thought that I would grow up to be a famous artist and everything and everyone I saw, everything and everyone I painted, would be blinding to look at. — Karen Joy Fowler