Didymus The Blind Quotes & Sayings

I've spent my fortune, tarnished my public view and made myself the brunt of punch line after punch line. — Mindy McCready

Trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children's playground, a whole sky universe to climb and hang from; an architecture of food and pleasure, that was a tree. But most of all the trees would distill an icy air for the lungs, and a gentle rustling for the ear when you lay nights in your snowy bed and were gentled to sleep by the sound. — Ray Bradbury

I don't tweet very much. I still believe in the mystery of an artist. I believe in going out when I'm ready to sell my product. A lot of artists are out there every day. But I remember the Julio Iglesiases, the Jose Joses - and it was about the music. — Romeo Santos

This is what I would like. To play in those fields for a little longer. To spend a little more time being me before I become someone else. This is what I would like. — Garth Stein

What has the women's movement learned from Geraldine Ferraro's candidacy for vice president? Never get married. — Gloria Steinem

Horses have never hurt anyone yet, except when they bet on them. — Stuart Cloete

Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember? — Djuna Barnes

I devised a sort of strategy for any sort of discussion that was over my head: I became the moderator. If you're the group's John McLaughlin, you can fake being informed while still being involved by deploying a few pointed but vague questions. If a person is holding forth and another is twitching to interrupt, jump in and ask her why she disagrees. Ask follow-up questions. Nod vigorously while saying things like 'in what sense?' or 'How, specifically?' That way, you smoothly take control of the conversation without actually contributing anything even remotely worthwhile or informative. — Jancee Dunn

Like the minor poet who knows the meanness of his gift, I am doomed to a lifetime of frustration: to be able to comprehend beauty, but not create it. — Elizabeth Bear

Granny hesitated. "Agnes who calls herself Perditax?"
"Perdita X," said Nanny. She at least respected anyone's right to recreate themselves. — Terry Pratchett