Inkpot Necklace Quotes & Sayings

There comes a time in our life when we make ourselves a prisoner; we have to do everything possible to break ourselves free". — Abdulazeez Henry Musa

Well, one is inspired by the whole of life, one's own and somebody else's. You know how sometimes you hear great music, and music is completely untranslatable into words, into any words. A certain tension that is born when one listens to music could aid you in expressing something absolutely different. — Wislawa Szymborska

My father's music gives hope to people and also inspires them to break the bonds of injustice and to be positive in life. I've seen that everywhere I go, especially in poor countries and poor neighborhoods. — Ziggy Marley

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm. — William Shakespeare

What interests me is the way people regard themselves. When we are 15, we all feel as if we are beginning to become somebody else. — Lise Sarfati

I moved from Philadelphia to California when I was 25, after traveling abroad for a year. I thought I'd come home eventually and settle down, but I didn't. — Kelly Corrigan

People in the Pentagon had colleagues killed and maimed by bin Laden. They're trying to find bin Laden and kill him and his cult. Naturally they consider that a legitimate thing to do, but they're having mixed success at the job. — Bruce Sterling

Attitude is the mind's paintbrush. It can color any situation. — Anonymous

I don't have the words to describe my feelings.
A woman, the last thing I think of before falling asleep.
A woman, the first thing I think of when I wake.
A woman, the image that passes before my mind's eye
in a moment of clarity.
A woman, the hands we hold,
the one thing I miss most.
A woman, the laughter that warms my heart and soul.
A woman, the perfume that invokes wonderful memories.
A woman, the love, the love, the embrace, the joy,
the wonderful joy. — Jeffrey A. White

Babies are smart. They can tell the difference between a responsive face and a blank face, wiped clean of emotion. — Madeleine M. Kunin

She ran into the bathroom and powdered her face and the front of her dress, drew a surrealistic version of a mouth beneath her nose, and dashed into her bedroom to find a coat. — John Kennedy Toole

Memory in its ordinary way summoned harvested fields, and haycocks and autumn hedges, the first of the fuchsia, the last of the wild sweetpea. It brought the lowing of cattle, old donkeys resting, scampering dogs, and days and places. — William Trevor

Gathering the golden harvest through long summer days leaves a lasting sweetness to ripen in a man's soul. The smell of newly carted hay can be a lasting memory even in strange cities. — Margaret Campbell Barnes