Govea Trucking Quotes & Sayings

Ah, beware of snobbery; it is the unwelcome recognition of one's own past failings. — Cary Grant

I'm not worried about plagiarism, I don't care if every person between here and Hell's creation put their name on my work as long as it ends up in the eyes of someone that found peace in the words — Stanley Victor Paskavich

The voice is not only indicative of man's character, but it is the expression of his spirit. Other sounds can be louder than the voice, but no sound can be more living. — Hazrat Inayat Khan

While I have devised various formal strategies for articulating [my] concerns, I think fundamentally the work is driven by a basic curiosity. I seek to find out things about people by making photographs of them. — Dawoud Bey

Many nights, Ai-ming said, ignoring my question, her father's music pulled her from sleep. Sparrow, she slowly pieced together, had been one of Shanghai's most renowned composers. But after the Conservatory was shut down in 1966 and all five hundred of its pianos destroyed, Sparrow worked in a factory making wooden crates, then wire, and then radios, for two decades. Ai-ming heard him humming fragments of music when he thought no one was listening. Eventually she came to understand that these fragments were all that remained of his own symphonies, quartets and other musical works. The written copies had been destroyed. — Madeleine Thien

When I understood praise as loving appreciation and warm and human acknowledgment of God, I found it inviting. I found that I wanted to praise God. — Timothy Gallagher

Maybe Mr. Lovelace was ready to shit out whatever bug had died in his ass. — Tara West

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies. — William Shakespeare

There are other things to a woman than taking her to bed. — Kingsley Amis

Down here in the deep, dark South we know and live with the real world. Candy-Land idealism is quietlly suffocated in the relentless humidity. This is the world where fist meets face. This is where the calluses on a man's hand are bigger than his conscience, and dreams get drowned in sweat and tears. — Damien Echols

And after all, one does not die of it." "Die of what?" I asked swiftly. "Of being afraid. — Joseph Conrad