Giudici Lowe Quotes & Sayings

Creating life simply to destroy it is wrong. — Mel Gibson

Every few weeks she would shut herself up in her room, put on her scribbling suit, and fall into a vortex, as she expressed it, writing away at her novel with all her heart and soul, for till that was finished she could find no peace. — Louisa May Alcott

I was sitting in the back room by myself when someone came in and said, "Mr. Zimmer, I have to take you down to the make up room." I told them that if anyone can help this face they deserve a bonus. — Don Zimmer

I don't have long-standing regrets; they pass as I see how things are meant to be. — Dita Von Teese

Give a man a centimeter and he'll think he's a ruler. — Janet Skeslien Charles

The only truths that are useful are instruments to be thrown away. — Umberto Eco

college and meets the Dean of Admissions, who signs — Various

For poverty is miserable. It is ugly, disorganized, rowdy, sick, uneducated, violent, afflicted with crime. Poverty demeans human dignity. The demanding tone, the inarticulateness, the implied violence deeply offended us. We didn't want to see it on our sacred monumental grounds. We wanted it out of sight and out of mind. — Hampton Sides

I have lain awake in the darkness many nights
Thinking of poems, going to sleep on poems,
Finally,with the darkness closing on
The bright remembered words. I have thought of the darkness
Closing on the world, the words of the poems forgotten,
All the great beautiful words of the poems
Fading from the mind of the world, let go
Slowly, unknowingly, as from the mind
Of one diseased the light of man's endeavor
Fades to the idiot darkness and is lost.
Part of the darkness, I have lain awake
Watching the poems of the world fade out like stars. — Charles E. Butler

I was convinced that birds were kinds of souls. Not the souls of people but of previous birds whose mystery and beauty were so necessary on earth that God would not allow them to be anything in their second life but birds again. — Howard Norman

Kaylin. The shape of a girl on the edge of the long climb into adulthood. — Michelle Sagara