Foerster Signs Quotes & Sayings

A mirror does not develop because an historical pageant passes in front of it. It only develops when it gets a fresh coat of quicksilver in other words, when it acquires new sensitiveness; and the novel's success lies in its own sensitiveness, not in the success of its subject matter. — E. M. Forster

How infinitely happier and more grateful is the whole personality or spirit when it finds something nourishing in art or writing or thinking, than the mere mind or intellect is: the kinship you celebrate in these personalities is your own dismembered Orpheus stumbling across another fine organ to rejoin to itself. I put it this way: aristic psyche loves itself enough to chasten itself, to put itself through boot camp for the sake of being competent for life, alive to life. — Kenny Smith

My job is making money, helping other people make money. I am spending money, trying to make sure more people get rich, because you cannot spend a lot of money, right? So my job is spending money, helping others. This is a headache. — Jack Ma

If the sacrifice is the ultimate way for that person to show you that they love you, you should let them do it. — Veronica Roth

Anxiety is the mark of spiritual insecurity. — Thomas Merton

I went through a period where I just wanted to punch everybody. Since then, I've had a lot of therapy and I've figured a lot of things out. — Guy Pearce

There is no such thing as luck. It's a fancy name for being always at our duty, and so sure to be ready when good time comes. — Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton

Only God can tell a truly plausible lie. — Eliezer Yudkowsky

Yes, I'm happy with Alan Ball's production of my novels. — Charlaine Harris

God, make me willing to be made willing. — Corrie Ten Boom

In the struggle against that state of affairs criticism is no passion of the head, it is the head of passion. It is not a lancet, it is a weapon. Its object is its enemy, which it wants not to refute but to exterminate. — Christopher Hitchens

Maybe that was the real Bernice, I thought - kind and innocent. Maybe she was truly like that inside, and all the fighting we used to do and all her sharp and unpleasant edges - that was her way of struggling to get out of the hard skin she'd grown all over herself like a beetle shell. But no matter how she hit out and raged, she'd been stuck in there. That thought made me feel so sorry for her that I cried. — Margaret Atwood

I hope to be an actor and never retire. — Dominic Monaghan