Grohmann Museum Quotes & Sayings

Progress was never meant to be stinted, and even failures weren't to be destroyed. — Elise Kova

But though we'll know forward and we've known backward, we will never know the present. This moment and the next one and even the one that would have been right now are gone, already passed, and all we're left with are these tired bodies, the only proof that we've lived through time and survived it. It'll be worth it, though, in the end. — Tahereh Mafi

We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world
the company of those who have known suffering. — Helen Keller

Increasingly the individuals who want to live together are, or more precisely are becoming, the legislators of their own way of life, the judges of their own transgressions, the priests who absolve their own sins and the therapists who loosen the bonds of their own past. — Ulrich Beck Y Elisabeth Beck-Gernsheim

He didn't like the idea of leaving unfinished business behind. He had wanted definite answers about the heart attacks to be able to turn the page on who or what caused so many of his brothers to die. — Keith Steinbaum

There's something dangerous about what's funny. Jarring and disconcerting. There is a connection between funny and scary. — Christopher Walken

One-way ticket nowhere there's no windows on his train.
Can't see where I'm headed but I'm going there again. — Dave Mustaine

Indolence, languid as it is, often masters both passions and virtues. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Call things by their right names - Glass of brandy and water! That is the current, but not the appropriate name; ask for a glass of liquid fire and distilled damnation. — Robert Hall

My baby is five. She falls asleep in my arms ... Her breath is warm on my face, all that is alive and warm and breathing inside of her now, falling upon me, and I can't capture it, hold it, this, her life now, me in this moment. She is leaving me, she's growing up and moving away from me, and she stirs and I sweep back the crop of the golden ringlets. Stay, Little One, stay. Love's a deep wound and what is a mother without a child and why can't I hold on to now forever and her here and me here and why does time snatch away a heart I don't think mine can beat without? Why do we all have to grow old? Why do we have to keep saying good-bye? — Ann Voskamp

We, humans, easily associate every Good with God and every bad with devil, ignoring the fact that God is the creator and origin of everything. — Tarif Naaz