Cronehood Quotes & Sayings

You need to get down among the people who are the dirtiest and dustiest, and the depravity, and you need to see Christ's light shining there. — Karen Kingsbury

Better the hard truth, I say, than the comforting fantasy. — Carl Sagan

Other things, like capitalism, free enterprise, the economy, currency, the market, are not forces of nature, we invented them. They are not immutable and we can change them. — David Suzuki

At best she's a scrawny, hollow-eyed croneling." "Croneling?" John tilted his head in perplexity. "Croneling. Noun. One who has yet to achieve cronehood. The adolescent phase of the British crone," Avery lectured. — Connie Brockway

Is it easier for a man to live his life again as a fish, than to accept the wonder of being human? So alone, so frightened, so wanting for what we are afraid to give tongue to. — Richard Flanagan

Feeling is always first for me in anything. I think the only way for sure that I know how do that is to write songs about things I feel strongly about. — Brother Ali

I think one of my first jokes - in the black community, there's people who have jokes about skin tone. People like, 'You so black, you purple.' 'You so black, you gotta smile so we can see you at night.' — Hannibal Buress

I am not thrilled by the idea that I am entering a vague in-between, after the intensity of conversion and before the calm wisdom of cronehood. — Lauren F. Winner

If the hideous monster Frankenstein came face to face with the monster of marijuana he would drop dead of fright. — Harry J. Anslinger

If you start a successful company in China at 11 A.M., by 2 P.M. there's three more companies like it. — Douglas Leone

Once the quietness arrived, it stayed and spread in Estha. It reached out of his head and enfolded him in its swampy arms. It rocked him to the rhythm of an ancient, fetal heartbeat. It sent its stealthy, suckered tentacles inching along the insides of his skull, hoovering the knolls and dells of his memory; dislodging old sentences, whisking them off the tip of his tongue. It stripped his thoughts of the words that described them and left them pared and naked. Unspeakable. Numb. And to an observer therefore, perhaps barely there. Slowly, over the years, Estha withdrew from the world. He grew accustomed to the uneasy octopus that lived inside him and squirted its inky tranquilizer on his past. Gradually the reason for his silence was hidden away, entombed somewhere deep in the soothing folds of the fact of it. — Arundhati Roy

In the last twenty-five years a change has come over the visual habits of Americans ... From being a wordminded people we are becoming an eyeminded people. — John Dos Passos

Anyone can quit, but it takes a strong, committed person not to quit when times are tough. — Pat Summitt