Delia Grace Quotes & Sayings

The reality is that de-carbonisation is not happening fast enough. — Jamais Cascio

The truth of the matter is that we've all got cracks in our spirits, and we have to remember they're only there because we need them ... Otherwise, how could God's grace filter in deep enough to give us the joy and peace we're all searching for in this world. It couldn't, plain and simple. — Delia Parr

I'm always scared to death that I won't do a role justice. But fear can be a great motivator. — Hilary Swank

If you're already somebody who's feeling different, you'll do everything in your power to fix it because children will do everything in their power to fit in and assimilate. — Uzo Aduba

Reichardt kept people relentlessly focused on the simple hedgehog idea, — James C. Collins

Improbable as it may be, the day still has a few indignities left. The day waters down indignity with frustration to make it last longer. Abomination, thy name is Subway. He cannot enter. They flood through turnstiles, hips banging rods, and will not let him enter. He must get home, but it's all he can do to get halfway in before another one charges at him. A fish out of school. Everybody knows how it works except for him. All of them from every floor are crammed into this one subway car: the makers of memos, the routers of memos, the indexers filers and shredders of memos, the always-at-their-desks and the never-around. How do they all fit. Squabbling like pigeons over stale crumbs of seats. Everyone thinks they are more deserving, everyone thinks their day has been harder than everyone else's, and everyone is correct. — Colson Whitehead

I write [music] as a sow piddles. — Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

But the truth of the matter is that we've all got cracks in our spirits, and we have to remember they're only there because we need them ... Otherwise, how could God's grace filter in deep enough to give us the joy and peace we're all searching for in this world? It couldn't, plan and simple. — Delia Parr

Is not the real experience of each individual very limited? And, if a writer dwells upon that solely or principally, is he not in danger of repeating himself, and also of becoming an egotist? Then, too, imagination is a strong, restless faculty, which claims to be heard and exercised: are we to be quite deaf to her cry, and insensate to her struggles? When she shows us bright pictures, are we never to look at them, and try to reproduce them? And when she is eloquent, and speaks rapidly and urgently in our ear, are we not to write to her dictation? — Charlotte Bronte