Hearthe Quotes & Sayings

Of course I was already familiar with that saying by Mies van der Rohe, Less is more, but I hadn't appreciated before just how sensual less could be, how rich and voluptuous. — J.P. Delaney

I've been readen th Bible an a hunten God fer a long while-off an on- but it ain't so easy as picken up a nickel off the floor. — Harriette Simpson Arnow

Good clothes, when put to the test, survive a change in fortune, as a Roman arch survives the luxury of departed empire. — Arnold Bennett

I think you don't break new ground in anything in life if you are willing to just follow the rules. — Brad Furman

It's such a beautiful question, Luce. I adore you for asking it, and I wish I could explain it better. All I can tell you is this: The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment. — Lauren Kate

Taryn, I know being in a relationship with me comes with an entire set of stressors that normal people never have to deal with. But you cut that away and I'm still me. I'm just a man. — Tina Reber

I still feel like I have a lot of growing up to do 'til I find the voice. Everybody has their own voice and their own thing they want to say to the world. — Sasha Alexander

I want to believe there's a God. Because I sure as hell know there's a devil. — Jodi Picoult

Aesthetic delectation is the danger to be avoided. — Marcel Duchamp

They're not coming back the same, are they?"
"What?"
"Them," she said. "Dawson and Daemon and Dee. They're not going to come back the same, are they? — Jennifer L. Armentrout

Not, how much of my money will I give to God, but, how much of God's money will I keep for myself? — John Wesley

On the football field I keep my emotions tied up inside. But when I'm with family, I let them out. — Kurt Warner

His brothers were the type; he was the variation. — Henry Adams

Sometimes you have compulsions that you can't control coming from the subconscious ... they are the dictator inside ourselves. — Denis Villeneuve

For I was reared in the great city, pent with cloisters dim,and saw naught lovely but the sky and stars.But thou, my babe! Shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the cragsOf ancient mountains, and beneath the clouds,Which image in their bulk both lakes and shoresAnd mountain crags: so shall thou see and hearThe lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy GodUtters, who from eternity doth teachHimself in all, and al things in himselfGreat universal teacher! He shall moldThy spirit and by giving , make it ask. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge