Fray Movie Quotes & Sayings

You cannot teach today the same way you did yesterday to prepare students for tomorrow. — John Dewey

Maybe I can climb one of those," Simon said, eyeing the fat white pillars that held up the slanted roof of the Hall. Runes were carved on them in overlapping patterns, but otherwise there were no visible handholds. "Work off steam that way."
"Oh, come on," Clary said. "You're a vampire, not Spider-Man."
Simon's only response was to jog lightly up the steps to the base of a pillar. He eyed it thoughtfully for a moment before putting his hands to it and starting to climb. Clary watched him, open-mouthed, as his fingertips and feet found impossible holds on the ridged stone. "You are Spider-Man!" she exclaimed. — Cassandra Clare

I find it so much easier to be creatively free at night. Daytime is for sleeping. Nighttime is the best time for making art. The later at night it gets the further into another world you go. — Mark Ryden

I think he's handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box. — Cassandra Clare

There's nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made of words. — William Carlos Williams

Not every woman is obsessed with shoes. But every woman is more obsessed with shoes than her husband is (although that's not too difficult to accomplish, since your husband has exactly two pairs
black shoes that are ten years old and barely broken in and sneakers that are so dirty they classify as a biohazard). — Peter Scott

This was about to go very bad, because Adam was going to cry. "I miss you," he said, and his voice broke. — Jennifer Echols

The village of Polgardi is a dusty roadside settlement northeast of Lake Balaton, a resort area in western Hungary popular with German tourists. — Peter Landesman

That we are not totally transformed, that we can turn away, turn the page, switch the channel, does not impugn the ethical value of an assault by images. It is not a defect that we are not seared, that we do not suffer enough, when we see these images. Neither is the photograph supposed to repair our ignorance about the history and causes of the suffering it picks out and frames. Such images cannot be more than an invitation to pay attention, to reflect, to learn, to examine the rationalizations for mass suffering offered by established powers. Who caused what the picture shows? Who is responsible? Is it excusable? Was it inevitable? Is there some state of affairs which we have accepted up to now that ought to be challenged? All this, with the understanding that moral indignation, like compassion, cannot dictate a course of action. — Susan Sontag

I am not always happy. I am happy in front of the press. I can be extremely grumpy, ask my husband. — Meryl Streep

Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you. — Paul Verlaine

These memories descend out of nowhere, giving me pieces of who I was, but their significance is lost. I sigh and resume my walk, not knowing if this memory is important, or just more of the jumbled trivia of Jenna's life, like sock shopping. Maybe that is all any life is composed of, trivia that eventually adds up to a person, and maybe I just don't have enough of it yet to be a whole one. — Mary E. Pearson

He thought. He wrote. He read. He ran and drank milk and concrete. He was cut into two. He bled. He died. — Patrick Downes

I like the idea of paradox, between the authentic fabrics and sophisticated shapes and between masculine and feminine. I'm not so much for sportswear. I think it's over. — Hedi Slimane