Fromusbyus Quotes & Sayings

If you were a son of mine, I wouldn't want you to be an architect, because it's a tough way to be in the world. — Peter Eisenman

Be like stars; keep shinning, even if no one looks up. — Matshona Dhliwayo

A picture can say a thousand words, but a sentence can paint a thousand pictures ... — J. Buchanan

I experience the grace of greater power. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Everything that enters our field of perception means something, large or small. Everything speaks to us, if we will take off our headphones and hear a different sound track. Everything corresponds. We travel better in the forest of symbols when we are open and available to all the forms of meaning that are watchingand waiting for us. — Robert Moss

I wanted to be a musical theatre actress - I wanted to play Sally Bowles, forever and ever always. — Carey Mulligan

I showed myself a lesser version of myself that night, and I'm glad I learned from it. — Johnny Weir

Well, and you may have lived in the courts of the Old Lord, and you were accounted beautiful, but I have been a man's wife and I have borne him sons, and you are still a slave. — Pearl S. Buck

That I could clamber to the frozen moon. And draw the ladder after me. — Arthur Schopenhauer

And I read hundreds and thousands of books, day and night, always awake and always eager to seek health. But in no book I found what I was looking for. Then, shut up in my parents' house, I thought and suffered for hundreds and thousands of hours, always awake and always mindful of the tremendous anxiety of health. But I still have not found what I was looking for. — Giovanni Papini

One woman cannot be committed to this many men." "Maybe, but you treat your lovers better than a lot of women treat their boyfriends." "Sorry to hear that," I said. He — Laurell K. Hamilton

Man, that's a killer strategy, that is, an awesome way to persuade the incognoscenti that we're not crazed hokum junkies, high on hackwork, trying to pimp our addled euphoria to anyone who passes. Yeah, vehement denial that we've got anything to do with the crack-whore pump-daddy beast of a thousand cocks locked in the closet. Bitter accusations of snootcocking snipewankery when they point out that crack-whore pimp-daddy beast of a thousand cocks in the closet. Offended outrage when they assume the mindfuck we're touting is a cheap handjob, just because we're, like, standing on a street corner dressed to sell our arses. And because our first words to a prospective customer just happens to be, 'Hey, big boy. — Hal Duncan