Gaudencio Sillona Quotes & Sayings

We're in the middle of the transformation of a society that has handled its politics through repression to a society that will handle its politics through democratic institutions. — Condoleezza Rice

In English class, someone flung a folded-up square of notebook paper onto the floor next to my right foot. I picked it up and opened it. It read, Bitch! Nobody had ever called me that before, and though I was automatically furious, deep down i was also flattered that I had elicited enough emotion to be worthy of the name. — Gayle Forman

( ... ) perfectly ordinary books, printed on commonplace paper in mundane ink. It would be a mistake to think that they weren't also dangerous, just because reading them didn't make fireworks go off in the sky. Reading them sometimes did the more dangerous trick of making fireworks go off in the privacy of the reader's brain. — Terry Pratchett

She's everything I'm not and everything I want to be."
Sebastian Irons - Life's What You Make It — Theresa Troutman

If people say they just love the smell of books, I always want to pull them aside and ask; To be clear, do you know how reading works? — Unknown

The great aim of education is not knowledge but action. — Herbert Spencer

Yes - it was happiness she still wanted, and the glimpse she had caught of it made everything else of no account. One by one she had detached herself from the baser possibilities , and she saw that nothing now remained to her but the emptiness of renunciation.
The House of Mirth — Edith Wharton

Impossible means that you haven't found a solution yet . — Henry Ford

I got worries by the ton, getting cancer's only one. Over taxed and alimonied, tired of eating fried baloney. — Neil Diamond

Word for word, Galland's version [of the One Thousand and One Nights] is the worst written, the most fraudulent and the weakest, but it was the most widely read. Readers who grew intimate with it experienced happiness and amazement. Its orientalism, which we now find tame, dazzled the sort of person who inhaled snuff and plotted tragedies in five acts. Twelve exquisite volumes appeared from 1707 to 1717, twelve volumes innumerably read, which passed into many languages, including Hindustani and Arabic. We, mere anachronistic readers of the twentieth century, perceive in these volumes the cloyingly sweet taste of the eighteenth century and not the evanescent oriental aroma that two hundred years ago was their innovation and their glory. No one is to blame for this missed encounter, least of all Galland. — Jorge Luis Borges