Japanese Art Of Kintsugi Quotes & Sayings

Education has nothing whatever to do with moral deterioration; and if one must admit that it develops a resolute spirit among the people, that is far from being a defect. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I could not remember when the lines above Atticus's moving finger separated into words, but I had stared at them all the evenings in my memory, listening to the news of the day, Bills to Be Enacted into Laws, the diaries of Lorenzo Dow - anything Atticus happened to be reading when I crawled into his lap every night. Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. — Harper Lee

The hardest thing is the idea. Ideas come from somewhere but as far as we know they come from nowhere. — Ian Hunter

I love Boston and I always will. I'll always have terrific memories and great fans here. — Johnny Damon

What is good for society is also good for business. — Petter Stordalen

We are not going to round up and deport 12 million people, but we're not going to hand out citizenship cards, either. There will be a process. We will see what the American people are willing to support. But it will not be unconstitutional executive orders like the ones Barack Obama has forced on us. — Marco Rubio

Our century is a brutal thinker. — Pierre-Jean De Beranger

As I spoke of another's love and looked into the wide, blue windows of her soul, a rich, insistent yearning flooded my senses.
Tango — Kurt Vonnegut

Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time. — Iris Murdoch

My wife doesn't care what I do when I'm away, as long as I don't have a good time. — Lee Trevino

It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they executed the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. I'm stupid about executions. The idea of being electrocuted makes me sick, and that's all there was to read about in the papers
goggle-eyed headlines staring up at me at every street corner and at the fusty, peanut-smelling mouth of every subway. It had nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like, being burned alive all along your nerves.
I thought it must be the worst thing in the world.
New York was bad enough. By nine in the morning the fake, country-wet freshness that somehow seeped in overnight evaporated like the tail end of a sweet dream. Mirage-gray at the bottom of their granite canyons, the hot streets wavered in the sun, the car tops sizzled and glittered, and the dry, cindery dust blew into my eyes and down my throat. — Sylvia Plath