Grindlay And Grindlay Quotes & Sayings

People from different parts of the world can respond to the same story if it says something to them about their own history and their own experience. — Chinua Achebe

One of the hardest labours of the just man is to expunge from his soul a malevolence which it is difficult to efface. — Victor Hugo

Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it. — Boris Pasternak

Have the courage to let some go, and sacrifice for some to stay; thus, live and make life your own way. — Mohammed Ali Bapir

The time of illusion, then, is the beautiful moment of passion; it represents the artistic zone in which the poet or romance writer ought to be free to do the very best that he can. — Lafcadio Hearn

Big whirls have little whirls,
That feed on their velocity;
And little whirls have lesser whirls,
And so on to viscosity. — Lewis Fry Richardson

When you are betrayed in your first love; all the latter loves seem suspicious. — M.F. Moonzajer

Spend any time in the real Italy, however, and you quickly realize that Italians don't really pick grapes much anymore, and they certainly don't stomp them either. They don't pick tomatoes - or olives - and they don't shear their sheep. Their tomatoes and olives are picked largely by underpaid Africans and Eastern Europeans, seasonal hires, brought in for that purpose - who are then demonized and complained about for the rest of the year. (Except when blowing motorists in the offseason - as can be readily observed on the outskirts of even the smallest Italian communities these days.) — Anthony Bourdain

My apartment is infested with koala bears. It's the cutest infestation ever. Way better than cockroaches. When I turn on the light a bunch of koala bears scatter. But I don't want 'em to, you know, I'm like "Hey, hold on, fellas. Let me hold one of you. And feed you a leaf." — Mitch Hedberg

It was kind of like what I imagined it would be like to drink a forest fire. — Morgan Matson

The pest of society are the egotist, they are dull and bright, sacred and profane, course and fine. It is a disease that like the flu falls on all constitutions. — Ralph Waldo Emerson