Chrysanthos Underglaze Quotes & Sayings

We are parts of one universe, true enough. We stand within an almost infinite network of relationships. Yet each of us is a single point of consciousness, a unique event, a private, unrepeatable world. This is the essence of our aloneness. — Nathaniel Branden

Nor ought a genius less than his that writ attempt translation. — John Denham

Always have a backup plan to the backup plan. — Gillian Flynn

Be brave for yourself, be brave for your God, and be brave for the onlookers, the ones who will be inspired by you to inspire others. — Annie F. Downs

Copyright law is a dinosaur, ill-suited for the landscape of today's media. — Kaskade

The fight is always the same within the Democratic Party, isn't it? The more things change, the more they stay the same. — Dee Dee Myers

The purity of intention repels fear. — Toba Beta

Posters go up in the market, on tree trunks in the Place Chateaubriand. Voluntary surrender of firearms. Anyone who does not cooperate will be shot. — Anthony Doerr

I'm obsessed with leather jackets! — Joanna Garcia

This is the entire spiritual life, Ananda, that is, good friendship, good companionship, good comradeship. When a monk has a good friend, a good companion, a good comrade, it is to be expected that he will develop and cultivate the Noble Eightfold Path. — Gautama Buddha

For me, getting comfortable with being famous was hard - that whole side of it, the loss of anonymity, the loss of privacy. Giving up that part of your life and not having control of it. — Michelle Pfeiffer

Women take clothing much more seriously than men. I've never seen a man walk into a party and say Oh, my God, I'm so embarrassed; get me out of here. There's another man wearing a black tuxedo. — Rita Rudner

Life is not a test or a competition. We only compete with ourselves. — Chloe Thurlow

I guess I have never really doubted that we are all born to our guardian angel. — Robert Breault

They set forth in a crimson dawn where sky and earth closed in a razorous plane. Out there dark little archipelagos of cloud and the vast world of sand and scrub shearing upward into the shoreless void where those blue islands trembled and the earth grew uncertain, gravely canted and veering out through tinctures of rose and the dark beyond the dawn to the uttermost rebate of space. — Cormac McCarthy