Dilallo Obituary Quotes & Sayings

We have no knowledge, that is, no general principles drawn from the contemplation of particular facts, but what has been built up by pleasure, and exists in us by pleasure alone. The Man of Science, the Chemist and Mathematician, whatever difficulties and disgusts they may have had to struggle with, know and feel this. However painful may be the objects with which the Anatomist's knowledge is connected, he feels that his knowledge is pleasure; and where he has no pleasure he has no knowledge. — William Wordsworth

Work is hard. Distractions are plentiful. And time is short. — Adam Hochschild

But what can I do if you are not touched by my defects, whereas I loved yours. My candour was crushed underfoot by you. — Clarice Lispector

The writing of 'Topdog' was a great gift. I feel the play came to me because I realized that my circumstances, while causing me despair and heartbreak, also held great possibility, if only I could see it. — Suzan-Lori Parks

I don't think the Middle East could afford another war. — Abdallah II Of Jordan

I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen her actually relax and sit still in a way that made it obvious she wasn't already thinking about the next six things she had to do, and maybe the six after that — Sarah Dessen

Men exist for each other. Then either improve them, or put up with them. — Marcus Aurelius

Many people are never happier than when they get the opportunity to complain, while others are deeply unhappy with how things are but just accept the fact. Complaint occurs when we refuse to accept that things are wrong and we do something about it, even if that something is simply articulating our unease. — Julian Baggini

I predict that very shortly the old-fashioned incandescent lamp, having a filament heated to brightness by the passage of electric current through it, will entirely disappear. — Nikola Tesla

Have you ever heard of tit tape, Sarah? — Jodi Ellen Malpas

Scattered with poppies, the golden-green waves of the cornfields faded. The red sun seemed to tip one end of a pair of scales below the horizon, and simultaneously to lift an orange moon at the other. Only two days off the full, it rose behind a wood, swiftly losing its flush as it floated up, until the wheat loomed out of the twilight like a metallic and prickly sea. — Patrick Leigh Fermor