Gulodices Quotes & Sayings

She asked me why I always had something flip to say. I said that I didn't know, but having been blessed with the gift, I felt obliged to use it. — Robert Crais

The power of painter or poet to describe what he calls an ideal thing depends upon its being to him not an ideal but a real thing. No man ever did or ever will work well but either from actual sight or sight of faith. — John Ruskin

Amma and Malati called her a beggar, a whore, and it was clear from the disbelief on her face that she had never been spoken to in such manner. [....] On that day I became convinced that it is the words of women that deeply wound other women. — Vivek Shanbhag

Why only one song, one speech, one text at a time?" - "When Our Lips Speak Together — Luce Irigaray

Jesus as a concrete historical personality remains a stranger to our time, but His spirit, which lies hidden in His words, is known in simplicity, and its influence is direct. — Albert Schweitzer

Never do something for just one reason. — Jeff VanderMeer

making judgments under the pressure of a crisis, about weighing the relative merits of various choices with potentially catastrophic outcomes. — Timothy F. Geithner

I come from, I come from a small county Outside of Washington, D.C., Called PG County. And, me, my mom, my brother, We moved so many different places growing up, And it felt like a box. Felt like there was no getting out. — Kevin Durant

Out of the clouds I hear a faint bark, as of a faraway dog. It is strange how the world cocks its ear to that sound, wondering. Soon it is louder: the honk of geese, invisible, but coming on.
The flock emerges from the low clouds, a tattered banner of birds, dipping and rising, blown up and blown down, blown together and blown apart, but advancing, the wind wrestling lovingly with each winnowing wing. When the flock is a blur in the far sky I hear the last honk, sounding taps for summer.
It is warm behind the driftwood now, for the wind has gone with the geese. So would I
if I were the wind. — Aldo Leopold