Quotes & Sayings About Gatsby's Shirts

The postmodern poststructuralists go from saying "there is no final perspective" (or "perspectives are boundless") to saying "therefore there is no advantage in any perspective over another." This leveling of perspectives is not an interrelation of all perspectives but is itself merely one particular and covertly privileged perspective (and thus ends up, as we have seen, being perfectly self-contradictory: there is no advantaged perspective except mine, which maintains that all other perspectives are not so privileged). — Ken Wilber

Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance. — Haruki Murakami

The chief is the chief. He is the eagle who flies high and cannot be touched by the spit of the toad. — Mobutu Sese Seko

For I am born to tame you, Kate,
And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate
Comfortable as other household Kates. — William Shakespeare

Maybe if everyone walked around being in touch with each other's hidden pain it could work out and even be beautiful, but it doesn't feel safe to be the only compassionate person on the planet. — Michelle Tea

If He had not known with certainty that He would be Master over sin and that out of evil would evolve the noblest display of His own glory, He would not have permitted it to enter the world. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

I imagined myself in some way defined by my relation to another creature. — Louise Erdrich

Something for nothing given to one group is nothing for something taken from another. — Orrin Woodward

Confrontation while lounging in bed. — J.D. Robb

There is no life for girls in team sports past Little League. I got into tennis when I realized this, and because I thought golf would be too slow for me, and I was too scared to swim. — Billie Jean King

It is the journey that is important - not the destination. — Debasish Mridha

I don't smile as much as I should, even though I smile inside a lot. — James Patterson

Now, in calm weather, to swim in the open ocean is as easy to the practised swimmer as to ride in a spring-carriage ashore. But the awful lonesomeness is intolerable. The intense concentration of self in the middle of such a heartless immensity, my God! who can tell it? — Herman Melville