Emrullah Surmeli Quotes & Sayings

If it be knowledge or wisdom one is seeking, then one had better go direct to the source. And the source is not the scholar or philosopher, not the master, saint, or teacher, but life itself - direct experience of life. The same is true for art. Here, too, we an dispense with the masters. — Henry Miller

We've got this cultural mentality that you've got to be an idiot to be a farmer. — Joel Salatin

Herricks to the Baptist chapel. Though they often strolled — Lawana Blackwell

Her whore I might be, but not without my reasons. — Sarah J. Maas

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss. — Jonathan Safran Foer

I'm a performance artist first; I'm a recording artist second. — Erykah Badu

I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"
"To speak of it?" asked the K'mir. Diane nodded. "You have to, just to bleed off the poison from the memory. — Tamora Pierce

I always like to think I'm having a dinner party, and I'm the host, and the audience are my guests. — Caroline Rhea

Fear and anxiety were exploited by zealots and fools. — David Addington

It was announced today that Iran has reached a deal with the U.S. to limit its nuclear program and send most of its uranium to Russia. Then Americans said, 'That's great! Wait, WHAT?' — Jimmy Fallon

Achieving something that has never existed in manned spaceflight and that is high volume and public access. — Burt Rutan

The woman with the cat complex is named Mrs. Alice Plesher, but she doesn't reveal her first name to him and Sai only finds out by accident, later. Mrs. Plesher calls the paper and is put through to Sai. He has no idea why although he could guess the new guy gets all of the reporter-on-the-beat drudgery assignments until proven worthy. Alice speaks haltingly as if hardened by age and her voice reveals a rasp. Sai pictures her in a long house dress from the fifties, wide pink and white stripes fading with age
a smock of beige over the dress, a multitude of cats clinging to the fabric like stick-ons. — Justin Bog