Infirmities Bandslam Quotes & Sayings

There are thousands of very, very talented artists who will never be known, even after they are dead. — Bob Ross

Questioning authority doesn't make you resistant; who should follow blindly without knowing the destination — LDarnell

I do not organize my private life with an eye to my career. — Zac Goldsmith

Language is not so important in this country. If you want to understand one another, you do. — Laurie Fabiano

All those millions of stars and planets and it only takes three to make something important. The Sun, the Moon, and the Earth. And here we are. Life. — Dan Skinner

Play is the highest expression of human development in childhood for it alone is the free expression of what is in a child's soul. — Friedrich Frobel

Failure is a mindset, not a circumstance. I let my experiences strengthen me. You think I fell on my face, but I'm down here doing pushups. — Steve Maraboli

One notorious apikoros named Hiwa al-Balkhi, writing in ninth-century Persia, offered two hundred awkward questions to the faithful. He drew upon himself the usual thunderous curses - 'may his name be forgotten, may his bones be worn to nothing' - along with detailed refutations and denunciations by Abraham ibn Ezra and others. These exciting anathemas, of course, ensured that his worrying 'questions' would remain current for as long as the Orthodox commentaries would be read. In this way, rather as when Maimonides says that the Messiah will come but that 'he may tarry,' Jewishness contrives irony at its own expense. If there is one characteristic of Jews that I admire, it is that irony is seldom if ever wasted on them. — Christopher Hitchens

The biggest political change in my lifetime is that Americans no longer assume that their children will have it better than they did. This is a huge break with the past, with assumptions and traditions that shaped us. — Peggy Noonan

A Russian imbues his polite things with a heartiness, both of phrase and expression, that compels belief in their sincerity. — Mark Twain

Tuck, I breathe, and then he kisses me.
I've been kissed before. But nothing like this. He kisses me with surprising tenderness, for all of his gusty talk. Still cupping my face, he gently brushes his lips against mine, slowly, like he's memorizing what I feel like. My eyes close. My head swims with his smell, grass and sunshine and musky cologne. He kisses me again, a litte more firmly, and then he pulls back to look down into my face. — Cynthia Hand