Grindstaff Quotes & Sayings

But the mind travels far - and mysteriously - in sleep. — Mary Augusta Ward

I've always thought of wholeness and integration as necessary myths. We're fragmented beings who cement ourselves together, but there are always cracks. Living with the cracks is part of being, well, reasonably healthy — Siri Hustvedt

But it's hard, when you're at a loose end yourself, to be happy for others, — Zadie Smith

The names for things don't come first. Words stagger after, hopelessly trying to become the sensation. — Tom Stoppard

If I wanted easy, I'd chain myself in hell beside Rixon. The two of us could kick back and soak up the rays together. — Becca Fitzpatrick

There are times where the dysfunction in the Senate just goes too far. — Bob Corker

If it's grouse season," Gabriel pointed out acidly, "and you're keeping company with a flock of grouse on a grouse-moor, it's a bit disingenuous to ask a sportsman to pretend you're not a grouse. — Lisa Kleypas

What we are not changing, we are choosing. — David Richo

If clothes look like a couch or an ottoman or a love seat, you just wanna stay away from it. — Santino Rice

Even if their outward fortunes could be absolutely equalized, there would be, from individual constitution alone, an aristocracy and a democracy in every land. The fearful by nature would compose an aristocracy, the hopeful by nature a democracy, were all other causes of divergence done away. — Harriet Martineau

Every minute we waste in frustration over a task that seems overwhelming is a minute subtracted from the time we've allotted to enjoy life. — Marc Mancini

I don't need the money. I don't care if I make a dime on this. Let me make a good record. — Miley Cyrus

My idea being that for the sublime and the beautiful and the interesting, you do not have to look far away. You have to know how to see. — Hedda Sterne

It's time for us all to step up. We've been extremely successful, but to be honest it's a reality check for everybody. — Darren Campbell

Hey,' he said, touching my waist. 'Hey. It's okay.' I nodded and wiped my face with the back of my hand. 'He sucks.' I nodded again. 'I'll write you an epilogue,' Gus said. That made me cry harder. 'I will,' he said. 'I will. Better than any sh*t that drunk could write. His brain is Swiss cheese. He doesn't even remember writing the book. I can write ten times the story that guy can. There will be blood and guts and sacrifice. An Imperial Affliction meets The Prince of Dawn. You'll love it.' I kept nodding, faking a smile, and then he hugged me, his strong arms pulling me into his muscular chest, and I sogged up his polo shirt a little but then recovered enough to speak. — John Green