Contols Quotes & Sayings

Averages don't always reveal the most telling realities. You know, Shaquille O'Neal and I have an average height of 6 feet. — Robert Reich

We are more closely connected to the invisible than to the visible. — Novalis

Yes I'm Bipolar but I'm as normal as you except the times when my mind thinks like two — Stanley Victor Paskavich

I told myself over and over again, do it for its images, for the pleasure you get out of it. Do it for your friends If you get more, that's a bonus. — Patricia Rozema

I think it's easy for directors to stay fresh more than actors, especially once an actor becomes a star. It's hard for Russell Crowe to walk down a street or take a subway. I can fly coach. — Michael Mann

You'll have a national Philosopher's strike on your hands! — Douglas Adams

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl? — William Blake

You wonder at power yoked to service. You wonder because you have come into power young and are learning that power comes through the acceptance of a bond. But if to have power is to be bound, then what is power? — Max Gladstone

Rashid did not give in. "Look how his hands move on the contols," he told her. "In those worlds left-handedness does not impede him. Amazingly, he is almost ambidextrous." Soraya snorted with annoyance. "Have you seen his handwriting?" she said. "Will his hedgehogs and plumbers help with that? Will his 'pisps' and 'wees' get him through school? Such names! They sound like going to the bathroom or what." Rashid began to smile placatingly. "The term is consoles," he began but Soraya turned on her heel and walked away, waving one hand high above her head. "Do not speak to me of such things," she said over her shoulder, speaking in her grandest voice. "I am in-console-able. — Salman Rushdie

Beyond measure and dimension
Beyond comprehension and speech
Beyond perfection and expectation
Beyond faith and belief
Beyond anything I've ever known
Beyond my imagination's reach
Beyond the scope of my mind's eye
Beyond anything that schools teach
Beyond reason and explanation
Beyond faithfulness and truth
Beyond passion's incapacitation
Beyond the Spirit and Its fruit
Past all that I know or think
Past my sanity's brink
Past my visions of paradise
Past cordial, polite and nice
Past all that I ever knew was right
Past the limits of all my might
Past my world of dreams
Past what it all seems
Past openness and understanding
Past faith, grace notwithstanding
Across the sands of time
Where the blame and glory are all mine — Denise R. Ervin

These sculptors consituteted a new movement, he claimed. Not for them the bald abstraction of their predecessors. Their creations were rooted in a postwar world of broken buildings and broken people. Their language was one of terror and trepidation. They tore into the human form, flaying it, tearing it limb from limb, discarding what they didn't want. And when they were done, they found themselves presenting to the world an army of creatures - part man, part beast, and sometimes part machine. As one of Harry's teachers at Corsham had said to him: 'When you've seen the inside of a Sherman tank after a direct hit, it all becomes the same thing. — Mark Mills

When we walk with knowledge in our present and wisdom from our past we are able to discern how to prepare for tomorrow. HS/el — Evinda Lepins