Jyric Sims Quotes & Sayings

It's my feeling that any writer can get an emotion into a story without being sentimental as long as the emotion is dealt with honestly, with sufficient clarity, and detail. — Charles Baxter

I don't like to abuse alcohol-anything you abuse will abuse you back. — Michka Assayas

We fit the stereotype that Tim Brooks described as "antisocial" at least insofar as having no desire to waste our time and effort contributing to the morass of social networking's "pointless babble" - as researchers at Pear Analytics aptly described the largest category of Twitter messages. Dear Netflix executives, you are probably equally "antisocial" in this regard. — Blake Linton

Then in 1914 things changed. Partageuse found that it too had something the world wanted. Men. Young men. Fit men. Men who had spent their lives swinging an ax or holding a plow and living it hard. Men who were the prime cut to be sacrificed on tactical altars a hemisphere away. — M.L. Stedman

Meditation is a totally nonviolent, nonaggressive occupation. — Pema Chodron

People may tease you or please you, insult you or consult you, laugh at you or laugh with you. In the end, though, it's not about what people do to you or say about you that's most important, but how you treat yourself. — Charles F. Glassman

I would not live over my hours past ... not unto Cicero's ground because I have lived them well, but for fear I should live them worse. — Thomas Browne

Old men, imagining themselves under obligation to young paramours, seldom keep any thing from their knowledge. — Samuel Richardson

For those of you who don't know what cassettes are, well, never mind.) The — Sendhil Mullainathan

The goal of the soul is to work toward enlightenment. — Jodi Livon

It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time. — Jack Kerouac