Hatoum Ghassan Quotes & Sayings

The best one can say of modern creative art is that it is just a little less vulgar than reality. — Oscar Wilde

An urge, a need, a passionate yearning to share the warmth with the one person left for him to love. — Lois Lowry

But Sissy had a way of bringing out the "fun" side of anybody if she'd a mind to. To quote Janie Mae, "Sissy came out of my womb with her middle finger raised. — Shelly Laurenston

We don't have time for all this adorable Darcy and Lizzie tension, Kitten-cheeks. — Holly Smale

From 1965 to 1974, I served the best possible apprenticeship for an actor. I learned firsthand how a truck driver lives, what a bartender does, how a salesman thinks. I had to make a life inside those jobs, not just pretend. — Brian Dennehy

Anagram of Seeking by Susan Laughter Meyers
Sit, unplanted, with your back to a tree, or sink
to your knees.
If sorrow drowns the hour, let yourself keen,
each hurt recalled, the heart a siege
of old wounds. If startled by joy, let yourself sing.
Light dims, the air cools your skin.
Unclear , what it is you're seeing-
each monotone hoot of the owl, a sign-
less clear what can't be seen:
the soul, a spirit, the king of kings?
This density of leaves and skein
of tenuous moss, yours. here and now, seine
life's good fish. Child, singe
the night, boldly. O lost see, catch fire and seek. — Susan Laughter Meyers

Dance in the body you have. — Agnes De Mille

A beautiful person is a person who is capable of being the best version of himself/herself, inside and out as often as possible. — Rita Zahara

I don't imagine Heads of Government would ever be able to say I'm not an economist therefore I can't take decisions on matters of the economy; I'm not a soldier I can't take decisions on matters of defence; I'm not an educationist so I can't take decisions about education. — Thabo Mbeki

Anyone who thinks heaven is not hot water behind a locked door has forgotten what it means to live. — Lucy Frank

The short story narrates the moment when a dark door, long closed, is opened, when a forgotten error is unwittingly repeated, when the fabric of a life is revealed to have been woven from frail and dubious fiber over top of something unknowable and possibly very bad. — Michael Chabon