Impartation Synonym Quotes & Sayings

My father would often work all night and sleep during the day, so for us, dinner might be pancakes, and breakfast might be beef stroganoff. — Ahmet Zappa

I can't throw books away. My wife is always telling me to get rid of some. — Matthew Macfadyen

No, I don't live in heartache. I don't cry myself to sleep or any of that. I am, I tell myself, over it. But I do feel a void, icky as that sounds. And - like it or not - I still think about her every single day. — Harlan Coben

The Church does not superstitiously observe days, merely as days, but as memorials of important facts. Christmas might be kept as well upon one day of the year as another; but there should be a stated day for commemorating the birth of our Saviour, because there is danger that what may be done on any day, will be neglected. — Samuel Johnson

Maybe climate change is a threat, and maybe climate change has been tarted up by climatologists trolling for research grant cash. It doesn't matter. — P. J. O'Rourke

Besides learning to see, there is another art to be learned - not to see what is not. — Maria Mitchell

Yevgeny Yevtushenko is a ham actor, not a poet. — Allen Tate

When the veil of the knower falls away the creative force of discovery guides your way - each moment is revealed as new. — Jon Bernie

Does the church offer answers for the complexions of 21st century problems? — Sunday Adelaja

So it goes as I work my way down the page, and each cluster of marks is a
word, and each word is a sound in my head, and each time I write another
word, I hear the sound of my own voice, even though my lips are silent. — Paul Auster

I am so tired of the girl in the infirmary, I am so sick of the girl who cries wolf all the time - even though not one of those cries was ever a false alarm. Not one of my pleas was ever less than truly urgent because when it's all in your mind, there always IS a wolf. — Elizabeth Wurtzel

Thinking is the oil which lubricates the action we undertake. — Aporva Kala

He broke off, and she fancied that he looked sad. She could not be sure, for the Machine did not transmit nuances of expression. It only gave a general idea of people- an idea that was good enough for all practical purposes, Vashti thought.
The imponderable bloom, declared by a discredited philosophy to be the actual essence of intercourse, was rightly ignored by the Machine, just as the imponderable bloom of the grape was ignored by the manufactures of artificial fruit. Something "good enough" had long since been accepted by our race. — E. M. Forster