Glennard B Quotes & Sayings

People don't have time to wait for somebody to paint their portraits anymore. The money is in photography. — Robert Mapplethorpe

Glennard did himself injustice. it was from the unexpected discovery of his own pettiness that he chiefly suffered. Our self-esteem is apt to be based on the hypothetical great act we have never had occasion to perform; and even the most self-scrutinizing modesty credits itself negatively with a high standard of conduct. Glennard had never thought himself a hero; but he had been certain that he was incapable of baseness. We all like our wrong-doings to have a becoming cut, to be made to order, as it were; and Glennard found himself suddenly thrust into a garb of dishonor surely meant for a meaner figure. — Edith Wharton

Maybe it was just one of those moments when people come together like magnets, drawn into each other's arms by heightened emotions, but it never happens again. — Jessica Thompson

Scepticism is a necessary and vital part of the journalist's toolkit. But when scepticism becomes cynicism it can close off thought and block the search for truth. — Jeremy Paxman

Some minds are made of blotting-paper: you can write nothing on them distinctly. They swallow the ink, and you find a large spot. — Augustus William Hare

Nothing else dangerous we could find. Other than Wayne's body odor." "That's the smell of incredibleness," Wayne called from inside. — Brandon Sanderson

No love or pity, pardon or excuse should soften the sharp pang of reparation for the guilty man. — Louisa May Alcott

What is humanity? To feel pain at the sorrows of our neighbours, to feel humiliated at the humiliation of fellow-beings. — Idries Shah

You know what they say, there's a time and a place for decaf: Never and in the trash." I — Emma Scott

One day, you would see,
You have dropped your attire,
The dirt you are carrying on your shoulder
And your entire self! — Sayantan Sen

To give up pretensions is as blessed a relief as to get them ratified. — William James

The sensation was part of the general strangeness that made him feel like a man waking from a long sleep to find himself in an unknown country among people of alien tongue. We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours. Of the points in his wife's character not in direct contact with his own, Glennard now discerned his ignorance; and the baffling sense of her remoteness was intensified by the discovery that, in one way, she was closer to him than ever before. As one may live for years in happy unconsciousness of the possession of a sensitive nerve, he had lived beside his wife unaware that her individuality had become a part of the texture of his life, ineradicable as some growth on a vital organ; and he now felt himself at once incapable of forecasting her judgment and powerless to evade its effects. — Edith Wharton

Jay Stevens's classic LSD history Storming Heaven — Michaelangelo Matos

The summit of pleasure is the elimination of all that gives pain. — Epicurus

Sometimes in common relationships,i ts hard to break the Ice,so just look hot and you'll melt it — Shannon Leto

The obvious thing to say of his appearance was that he would have been extremely handsome if he had not been entirely bald. But, indeed, that would itself be a rather bald way of putting it. Fantastic as it sounds, it would fit the case better to say that people would have been surprised to see hair growing on him; as surprised as if they had found hair growing on the bust of a Roman emperor. — G.K. Chesterton

Oh, anywhere, driver, anywhere - it doesn't matter. Just keep driving.
It's better here in this taxi than it was walking. It's no good my trying to walk. There is always a glimpse through the crowd of someone who looks like him - someone with his swing of the shoulders, his slant of the hat. And I think it's he, I think he's come back. And my heart goes to scalding water and the buildings sway and bend above me. No, it's better to be here. But I wish the driver would go fast, so fast that people walking by would be a long gray blur, and I could see no swinging shoulders, no slanted hat.
Dorothy Parker, Sentiment, Harper's Bazaar, May 1933. — Dorothy Parker