Florrie Arnold Quotes & Sayings

I was deeply moved by Richard Blanco's reading of his inaugural poem-a timely and elegant tribute to the great diversity of American experience. And now comes this fine meditation on his experience of coming to poetry, of making the poem and the months surrounding its making-a testament to the strength and significance of poetry in American culture, something not always seen or easily measured. Today Is For All of Us, One Today is a necessary intervention into the ongoing conversation about the role of poetry in public life. — Natasha Trethewey

As tears fall from her face
she begins to sway
Love shouldn't hurt this way. — Diana Rasmussen

He's so self-involved, I bet he shouts out his own name when he reaches orgasm. — Kyra Lennon

Being married, I've got so many things to do that I am the last to do things for myself. Taking care of my body has been difficult, but I am doing the best that I can. — Ian Ziering

Sometimes we must undergo hardships, breakups, and narcissistic wounds, which shatter the flattering image that we had of ourselves, in order to discover two truths: that we are not who we thought we were; and that the loss of a cherished pleasure is not necessarily the loss of true happiness and well-being. (109) — Jean-Yves Leloup

I cannot belong to a nonprofit organization because when you receive grants, you have to make such great compromises with your artistic plans. — Mikhail Baryshnikov

Great men sometimes lose the reins and lose their heads. This time, let us hope that they will retain them and that when victory is assured they will sit down and reckon what the future is going to be for their countries as well as for other lands. — David Lloyd George

Composure is the ruler of instability. — Lao-Tzu

The slightest cooperation with God's grace can provoke a massive spiritual change. — Robert Barron

The day dawns smiling, rational and bright, We're tangled in a net of dreams at night. From green fields we come home contentedly, 11770 A bird croaks: meaning what? - catastrophe! Bedeviled by superstitions, we imagine The least thing is a sign, a portent, omen. And so we tremble, feeling lost, alone. The door creaks and we stiffen - there's no one. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

I look into your eyes and I'm sure that some divine artist dipped her brush in the same soul and used it to paint us both. — Cristen Rodgers