Grollmans Easton Quotes & Sayings

Maybe it's a good idea," said Kathy.

"Why is that?"

"Well - you have a British sensibility."

"What does that mean?"

"I just mean people over there might like it." She gestured in the direction of England. — Charlie Close

We need a dramatically expanded use of statecraft. — Newt Gingrich

Things can get good again. Even things like a marriage. — Suzanne Woods Fisher

It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse. — Ezra Pound

Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there. — Matsuo Basho

While US troops may have destroyed most of those weapons, officials acknowledge at least some chemical materials may remain in Iraq, including some at a Hussein-era chemical weapons site that extremists seized in June. — Anonymous

Walking under Dusk, Moonlit leaf shadows were cast on my skin from the trees above, every step I took was taking a step deeper into magic. Silent whispers of mystical mouthes pulling me in deeper. Then the lights from inside the house turned on. A few seconds later, the fence lights went on. Just like that, the leafy ghosts on my skin ran away and the faery voices ran home. It seems like the creations of man kill magic in so many ways - even the light bulb does this! Oh to be a race of people designing magical things, if someone could capture pieces of Moonlight and place it in a jar; or other things like that, then we could stop killing the magic and be filled with it instead. Or maybe we are already always filled with it. It's the bringing out that we have trouble with. Stop being a doorknob, darling! Be magical, instead! — C. JoyBell C.

Our children are flowers but only for us. Nevertheless, smell of these flowers goes to everyone. — Boris Zubry

You can do more with a castle in a story than with the best cardboard castle that ever stood on a nursery table. — C.S. Lewis