Constituting Def Quotes & Sayings

When a good poet is confronted with difficult facts that he knows to be true but also are inimical to poetry, he has no choice but to flee to the margins; it was ... this very retreat that allowed him to hear the hidden music that is the source of all art. — Orhan Pamuk

I love Wisconsin. It's a great place. — Donald Trump

Some things must happen so that others may come to pass. — Lynda A. Calder

Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. — John Ruskin

He slowed down a bit more. "Gaia, how do you know these things?" She shrugged. "I'm smart." "And modest, too." "Modesty is a waste of time," she pronounced. "I'll keep that in mind. — Francine Pascal

I am really OK with the way I look. It's fine. All this is transient. I mean, it's really, you know, it changes with time, and that's the external. — Aishwarya Rai Bachchan

The land gets inside of us; and we must decide one way or another what this means, what we will do about it. — Barry Lopez

You're like a sharp bright piece broken from a star. Too sharp, too bright, sometimes, for your own good. — Nicola Griffith

You must bring light to places of darkness. — Lailah Gifty Akita

MAR3.10 For he had healed many; insomuch that they pressed upon him for to touch him, as many as had plagues. MAR3.11 And unclean spirits, when they saw him, fell down before him, and cried, saying, Thou art the Son of God. — Anonymous

If your voice could overwhelm those waters, what would it say?
What would it cry of the child swept under, the mother
on the beach then, in her black bathing suit, walking straight out
into the glazed lace as if she never noticed, what would it say of the father
facing inland in his shoes and socks at the edge of the tide,
what of the lost necklace glittering twisted in foam?
If your voice could crack in the wind hold its breath still as the rocks
what would it say to the daughter searching the tidelines for a bottled message
from the sunken slaveships? what of the huge sun slowly defaulting into the clouds
what of the picnic stored in the dunes at high tide, full of the moon, the basket
with sandwiches, eggs, paper napkins, can-opener, the meal
packed for a family feast, excavated now by scuttling
ants, sandcrabs, dune-rats, because no one understood
all picnics are eaten on the grave? — Adrienne Rich

Look at me, now. Don't I sit before you, e very way, just as much a man as you are? Look at my face - look at my hands - look at my body," and the young man dr ew himself up proudly. "Why am I not a man, as much as anybody? — Harriet Beecher Stowe

The test of a mans character is not the mistakes he makes but the way he responds to them. — William Moyers