Huggies Baby Quotes & Sayings

I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. — Elizabeth Wurtzel

No good poem, however confessional it may be, is just a self-expression. Who on earth would claim that the pearl expresses the oyster? — C. Day Lewis

I think that's necessary in photography. We try to simplify the chaos that's out there - and that's true of the natural world as well as the mad-made world. Clearly, it's easier in the mad-made world because it has already been structured. — Bruce Barnbaum

When you feel moved by the story, you want to tell that story. — James Wolk

Foolishness is rarely a matter of lack of intelligence or even lack of information. — John McCarthy

You're like a cat. If I get close, you'll ignore me and go far away. If I get hurt, you'll play around to share the pain. — Naoshi Arakawa

Crazy ideas sometimes work, and the technological society that we have is built on a foundation of those crazy ideas that work. — Nathan Myhrvold

Men are fools who forget what really matters while time goes by. — Janet Morris

But say I could repent and could obtaine
By Act of Grace my former state: how soon
would higth recal high thoughts; how soon unsay
what feign'd submission swore: ease would recant
vows made in pain, as violent and void.
For never can true reconcilement grow
where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep:
which would but lead me to a worse relapse
and heavier fall: so should I purchase cleave
short intermission bought with double smart:
This knows my punisher; therefore as far
from granting here, as I from begging peace:
All hope excluded thus, behold in stead
of us out-cast, exil'd, his new delight,
Mankind created, and for his this World.
So farewell Hope, and with Hope farwel Fear,
Farewel Remorse: all Good to me is lost. — John Milton

How clear the realization one is going mad
the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract. — Jack Kerouac

When a man understands the art of seeing, he can trace the spirit of an age and the features of a king even in the knocker on a door. — Victor Hugo