Jamiesons Quotes & Sayings

The Last Supper is meant to picture not only the fulfillment of past promises of God and the present impending death of Jesus, but just as much the assured future of an even greater meal in the coming kingdom of God. — Thomas R. Schreiner

I've had so many influences and sources of inspiration as an illustrator that it is impossible to name just one. I loved Aubrey Beardsley when I was a student, and then Edmund Dulac and other Golden Age illustrators made a big impact, as well as Victorian painters like Richard Dadd and Edward Burne-Jones. My long-term heroes though are Albretch Durer, Brueghel, Hieronymous Bosch, Jan Van Eyck, Leonardo, Botticelli, Rembrandt, Turner and Degas. What most of them have in common is brilliant draughtsmanship and a strong linear or graphic quality. Most are also printmakers. The one I keep going back to and who fascinates me the most is JMW Turner, the greatest watercolourist. — Alan Lee

When the president of the United States flicks the switch to light up the Christmas tree on the White House lawn, that house ceases to be an American symbol; it becomes a Christian symbol. — Letty Cottin Pogrebin

Wal-Mart impoverished its own customer base. Google is facing exactly the same issue long-term, although not yet. — Jaron Lanier

He loved her like the first time every time. Like the first time all the time. — C.J. Carlyon

So." Noah said carefully. I was sitting up cross-legged and tangled in my sheets.
"So." I said back
"Would you like to hear about Curious George's new adventures?"
I shook my head.
"Are you sure?" Noah asked. "He's been such a naughty monkey."
"Pass. — Michelle Hodkin

Everybody got a deal, I did it without one — Drake

Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon. — Bertolt Brecht

The bigger the show, the weirder it is. — Brian Regan

Greet the sky and live, blossom! ... Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind, I spill them. The flowers become gold, they come to dwell inside the palace of eternity. — Jacqueline Carey