Famous Geographers Quotes & Sayings

At culinary school, none of the things we use to define ourselves outside that world - actor, producer, student - none of that matters. It's a magical art form. — Eric Christian Olsen

It is the unexpected note that makes the poem. You, Hugh, are the unexpected note. (pg 554) — Helen Simonson

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. — J.K. Rowling

I'm not really comfortable in any one spot. — Neil Diamond

I don't keep a diary or a journal. Sometimes I'll send emails to friends, and that's a way of recording what I was thinking at any given time. But I've never been a journal keeper. — Meghan Daum

I used to think that one day I'd be able to resolve the different drives I have in different directions, the tensions between the different people I am. Now I realize that is who I am. I do feel I'm getting closer to the song in my head. I wasn't looking for grace. But luckily grace was looking for me. — Edward De Bono

I don't know about five guys against the world. It's more like five guys against these three chords, and we're gonna wrestle 'em down no matter what it takes. — Benmont Tench

Happiness needs unhappiness. Joy goes hand in hand with sorrow. It is thanks to the shadow that we exist. We must not dream of an absurd abstraction. We must guard the bond that links us to blood and earth. — Henri Barbusse

I was brought up very conservatively. My father was positively Victorian - I wasn't even allowed to wear my hair down. — Britt Ekland

Which of us can resist the temptation of being thought indispensable? — Margaret Atwood

Ever of thee I 'm fondly dreaming, Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer. — George Linley

Goodbye Stevie, I'm sorry for leaving you, but when you find out about me, as you definitely will do one day, then you'll be glad I'm gone too. — Sarah Moore Fitzgerald

I was reading for understanding. I wanted to do to a reader what Salinger did for me. — John Dufresne

I was lying ten and had a thirty-five foot putt. I whispered over my shoulder: "How does this one break?" And my caddie said, "Who cares?" — Jack Lemmon