Jaiminis Box Quotes & Sayings

A bad mood is like bad breath. Both are wrong to inflict onto others — Dennis Prager

I'm just like everyone. I like to feel togetherness with someone. — Lucinda Williams

A product should be made intentionally — Sunday Adelaja

As a blacksmith uses heat to temper steel, so should a trial by fire strengthen one's mettle. — Jeffrey Fry

My stress on the truth in sexual stereotypes and on the biologic basis of sex differences is sure to cause controversy. — Camille Paglia

The age-old faith of lovers and poets in the power of love, stronger than death, that finis vitae sed non amoris, is a lie, useless and not even funny. So must one be resigned to being a clock that measures the passage of time, now out of order, now repaired, and whose mechanism generates despair and love as soon as its maker sets it going? — Stanislaw Lem

If we go far enough back, any two people on Earth have a common ancestor. — Carl Sagan

Because I've always been a fairly nervous person. — David Sedaris

How strange it is, sometimes, which conversations or events stays with us while so much else melts as fast as April snow. — Marlena De Blasi

What's the hurry?" he said
"This door is locked," Tully told him.
"So?"
"Can you pick a lock?"
"I'll give it a try."
"Be my guest" Tully said, stepping to one side.
Pap blew the lock away with the shotgun. He pushed the door open with the barrel. — Patrick F. McManus

'Cosmos' is an occasion to bring everything that I have, all of my capacity to communicate. We may go to the edge of the universe, but we're going to land right on you: in your heart, in your soul, in your mind. My goal is to have people know that they are participants in this great unfolding cosmic story. — Neil DeGrasse Tyson

There is a relation between the hours of our life and the centuries of time. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

One of the sadder things, I think,
Is how our birthdays slowly sink:
Presents and parties disappear,
The cards grow fewer year by year,
Till, when one reaches sixty-five,
How many care we're still alive? — Philip Larkin

S. E. Smith's I Live in a Hut has a deceptively simple title, considering that the brain in that hut contains galaxies-worth of invention: At night when your soldiers are praying ceaselessly for less rain and more underwear my soldiers make underwear out of rain. These poems seesaw between despair and delight but delight is winning the battle. Smith is a somersaulting tightrope walker of a poet and her poems will make you look at anything and everything with new eyes: For days I tried to rub the new freckle // off my hand until I realized what it was / and began to grant it its sovereignty. — Matthea Harvey