Keweenaw Quotes & Sayings

I deserved kisses. I deserved to be treated like a piece of meat but also respected for my intellect. — Lena Dunham

Read from a distant star, the majuscule script of our earthly existence would perhaps lead to the conclusion that the earth was the distinctively ascetic planet, a nook of disgruntled, arrogant creatures filled with a profound disgust with themselves, at the earth, at all life, who inflict as much pain on themselves as they possibly can out of pleasure in inflicting pain which is probably their only pleasure. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Josh, you break my heart. And you're a liar. Because you know me, you know me better than almost anybody, and you don't love me. — Jenny Han

Man has his will, but woman has her way. — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

We let a river shower its banks with a spirit that invades the people living there, and we protect that river, knowing that without its blessings the people have no source of soul. — Thomas Moore

There's no quantifying someone else's problems as big or small. Although to one person, it may seem slight...there's no way to tell how greatly that same thing may be hurting someone else inside. — Hotaru Odagiri

I grew up I guess you'd say in the cassette era. — Beck

The name Mary Jo Quinn was written neatly in faded blue marker on the front of the scrapbook, its gray edges frayed with age and wear, as though it had been handled often. Such a memento was a strange thing to find in a used bookstore, especially when one considered its contents. I'd discovered the handmade tome buried on the bottom shelf on the back wall of a little musty-smelling shop in the tiny resort town of Copper Harbor. This picturesque community is the gateway to Isle Royale National Park, an island in the western quarter of Lake Superior that beckoned to hikers, kayakers and canoers. Copper Harbor is the northern-most bastion of civilization in Michigan on a crooked finger of land called the Keweenaw Peninsula. Its remote, pristine shoreline provided an excellent respite from a hellacious year for my best friend from high school and me on a late September weekend. — Nancy Barr