Dadaists Were Artists Quotes & Sayings

That while we were busy making sure we didn't miss — Meg Jay

I think the artistic process comes from disorder. When you are happy, it's not always a feeling that you can identify. It's like a dog sitting in front of a fire. Pain isolates you, but it can also clarify things. — Amanda Harlech

The liberals are fighting so hard whenever President Bush appoints any federal judges. — Steve Chabot

When the mind is free of fear, guilt, anger and is more centered, then it holds the power to heal any ailment. — Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

Nobody who is not prepared to spoil cats will get from them the reward they are able to give to those who do spoil them. — Compton Mackenzie

We need people who truly live their faith, represent their faith, speaking to the issues of faith through a faith prism as opposed to just having folks talking about faith when there is a crisis. — Roland Martin

How long would you stay in a relationship with a romantic partner or friend who lied to you? Or a person who pretended to be someone other than who he or she really was? Not long (if you loved yourself). How happy would you be in a relationship with someone you didn't communicate openly with? Or who didn't take responsibility for his or her actions, words, and choices? — Christine Arylo

Andrews had probably been some innocent and hospitable person of a psychic disposition who had simply been overwhelmed by the colonizing souls. — Terry Pratchett

Vaccination is the medical sacrament corresponding to baptism. Whether it is or is not more efficacious I do not know. — Samuel Butler

By this act the president alone is empowered to make the law, to fix in his mind what acts, words, what thoughts or looks, shall constitute such a crime. — Edward Livingston

Time loves a new lay; and the dirge he is playing
Will change for you soon to a livelier strain. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Art is a jealous thing; it requires the whole and entire man. — Michelangelo

If I ever stood a chance of resisting her, it evaporates the instant she leans into me. So does every last ounce of finesse that I'm normally capable of. The kiss that should've started out slow starts out like a forest fire. The first taste of her tongue consumes me.
And I'm lost.
And I'm lost.
My hands are in her hair and my mouth is devouring hers. I give no thought to where I am or the girlfriend whose father I work for. I can't think past how badly I want to be inside the tight, hot body of the girl in my arms.
But why? Why do I want her so bad? — M. Leighton

How often misused words generate misleading thoughts. — Herbert Spencer