Everexpanding Quotes & Sayings

This idea that you can't be an honest man and a Washington politician is a myth, a crock made up by sellouts and careerist hacks who don't stand for anything and are impatient with people who do. It's possible to do this job with honor and dignity. — Matt Taibbi

It was just an idea I had, that it could be cool to have a book covered in fake fur. — Dave Eggers

To remember a wrongdoing is to struggle against it. — Miroslav Volf

If you're a pioneer and you come up with something that can change the world and you turn round and say 'I'm not going to share this idea with anyone,' then you only impact the few and not the many. — Cameron Sinclair

If you want to know what he's like - reverse what his opponents say. — Idries Shah

Tucking my knees up to my chin, I wait for death. Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life. Then the ants bore into my eyes and I black out. — Suzanne Collins

Into each life some rain must fall. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The piano is a divinely inspired instrument, a mirror held up to its player's soul that captures the light and shadow of the performer and reflects them back to the listener. — David Lanz

Everything you do is a one-way street. — Michael Marshall Smith

It's strange to remember how we used to think, as if everything were available to us, as if there were no contingencies, no boundaries; as if we were free to shape and reshape forever the everexpanding perimeters of our lives. — Margaret Atwood

Surprisingly now, over a half a century later, time symmetric approaches to electromagnetism, quantum mechanics, gravity, and cosmology might be consonant with the kind of eschatology that a theist such as Pannenberg supports. — Robert John Russell

Instead of becoming a woman of the world, become a woman of the Word. — Elizabeth George

Times haven't changed all that much. Every woman still longs for her own Mr. Darcy. — Jen Printy

A word is a small song. — Larry Good

The poor lady must have dropped that", she said, and undid the gate stepping out to get it. Jared put his hand on it, "No". Mrs Jeffries stared down at him. "What do you mean ... no?" Jared and Mrs.Jeffries stared back at each other,neither breaking eye contact in a perfect deadlock. Then Jared smiled at her. "I mean", he said with conviction, "it's mine." "It's what?" Jared stood up, pocketing the lipstick. "I know", he responded. "Everyone tells me i'm more of a summer". Mrs.Jeffries continued to stare. Jared continued to speak. "I'm going to go now. Me ... and my lipstick. — Sarah Rees Brennan