Fullenweider And Wilhite Quotes & Sayings

Without a decisive naval force we can do nothing definitive. — George Washington

It is funny how no one seems to want my always excellent advice. — Anne Lamott

All of the things that wore you down, even as that was balanced by the electric feeling of being on the side of a border where you knew things no one else knew. — Jeff VanderMeer

When you're at a certain point in your time - age, that is, when you're older - you start to realize that, actually, what you leave behind you does count, and so you start to become fundamentally aware of your own destiny, which sounds very grand. It's not grand at all, actually. — Ridley Scott

We must not hope to be mowers, And to gather the ripe gold ears, Unless we have first been sowers And water the furrows with tears. It is not just as we take it, This mystical world of ours, Life's field will yield as we make it A harvest of thorns or of flowers. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Work is the true elixir of life. The busiest man is the happiest man. — Theodore Martin

I want to change the world. I want to be a part of culture. I want to help teach. — Big Sean

I want to look at all my tears, she said. which made me shiver — Ellen Wittlinger

I seldom meet actors, they are to me bright strange fishes swimming in an element alien to me; I feel that to meet them is to See Life. — Rose Macaulay

The strange, wonderful stories of Doctor Olaf van Schuler's Brain introduce us to the tremendously gifted Kirsten Menger-Anderson, a writer whose subject is nothing less than the diagnosis and cure of the human malady. We follow twelve generations of New York City's Steenwycks family through their forays into phrenology, mesmerism, radium therapy and similar misadventures, a historically rich narrative that Menger-Anderson delivers in striking, elegant prose and with a sure eye for detail. This is a remarkable debut by a writer to watch. — Ben Fountain

To have friends who will always take you to higher ground is an incalculable blessing. — John Bytheway

Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door.
She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side.
Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair
My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands. — Rumi