Deceased Grandma Birthday Quotes & Sayings

diplomacy is simply the name we have agreed to give to lying about national affairs. I — Mark Twain

People think of art and science as being fundamentally opposed to each other, because art is about celebrating individual human creativity, and science is about discovering general principles, not about individual people. But in fact, the two have a lot in common, and the creative spirit is similar in both. — Vilayanur S. Ramachandran

When I play stuff for my wife she'll be like, "No, not that song. No way." — Walter Martin

I think one of the most shocking things is how little our elected officials knew about what the NSA was doing. Congress is learning from the reporting and that's staggering. Snowden and [former NSA employee] William Binney, who's also in the film as a whistleblower from a different generation, are technical people who understand the dangers. — Laura Poitras

Sparkles also make everything better. Well, except alicorn poop."
"I don't know. I think sparkly poop is way better than regular poop."
"That's because you've never fallen into a pile of it. — Shannon Messenger

A painter, a sculptor, a writer, they can express freely. They don't affect society as a whole. We build buildings that have a purpose, that stay there for hundreds of years or decades. — Moshe Safdie

Romney, Gingrich, Santorum spent their week lecturing America about the morality of birth control. You know, you guys don't need birth control, you are birth control. — Bill Maher

Corporeal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty. — Seneca The Younger

Tennis is like marrying for money. Love means nothing. — Phyllis Diller

Lost in a book is a great place to be found. — Shannon Taylor Hodnett

In a thousand years, you could hold the entirety of the city in the palm of your hand. — Rick Yancey

I have always been suspicious of the phrase, the glow of pregnancy, and my suspicions were only confirmed by Lillian's appearance. Instead of a glow, her whole body seemed to become more and more dull, sallow and sickly sweet and vague, like a candle burning out or a line of smudged writing. — John Burnside

Who and of what import were the men whose bones bulk the Great Wall, the thirty million Mao starved, or the thirty million children not yet five who die each year now? Why, they are the insignificant others, of course; living or dead, they are just some of the plentiful others ... And you? To what end were we billions of oddballs born? — Annie Dillard

Henri held herself as if only her arms could keep her pieced together, and I saw that behind all her fake control - throwing herself at a teacher, carving our dad out of her heart - was something fragile. I wish we'd seen it sooner - my dad and Mr. Flynn, they had a responsibility to see it, to do better. Those moments were my sister spinning out. — Jessica Taylor