Cheferaia Quotes & Sayings

There are faint stars in the night sky that you can see, but only if you look to the side of where they shine. They burn too weakly or are too far away to be seen directly, even if you stare. But you can see them out of the corner of your eye because the cells on the periphery of your retina are more sensitive to light. Maybe truth is just like that. You can see it, but only out of the corner of your eye. — Janna Levin

Wikipedia has experienced censorship at the hands of industry groups and governments, and we are - increasingly, I think - seeing important decisions made by unaccountable, non-transparent corporate players, a shift from the open web to mobile walled gardens, and a shift from the production-based Internet to one that's consumption-based. — Sue Gardner

Unless we maintain correctional institutions of such character that they create respect for law and government instead of breeding resentment and a desire for revenge, we are meeting lawlessness with stupidity and making a travesty of justice. — Mary B. Harris

On the basis of this information, it would be possible to argue that if everybody spoke English (or Chinese or Esperanto for that matter) everybody would be at war even more often. — Andrew Dalby

If people think you are this amazing, own it. — David Chang

Compassion comes from the heart, not the government. — Edward Britton

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute. — Edgar Allan Poe

We pray to you, O God ... for strength, determination, and willpower, to do instead of just to pray, to become instead of merely to wish. — Harold S. Kushner

All gardeners live in beautiful places because they make them so. — Joseph Joubert

Keep a little space in your heart for the improbable. You won't regret it. — Elizabeth Warren

My father was an amazing man. The older I got, the smarter he got. — Mark Twain

Little sleek crisp flaxen wig, setting very close to his head: which wig, it is to be presumed, was made of hair, but which looked far more as though it were spun from filaments of silk or glass. His linen, though not of a fineness in accordance with his stockings, was as white as the tops of the waves that broke upon the neighbouring beach, or the specks of sail that glinted — Charles Dickens