Klub Ice Quotes & Sayings

In life's earnest battle they only prevail Who daily march onward and never say fail. — Joseph Devlin

Working is actually a pleasure. It's just very time-consuming. It's a way of life. I find that I can work when I travel and work when I run. There is nothing like, on a rainy day, to work. — Helmut Jahn

I don't think there was a particular book that made me want to write. They all did. I always wanted to write. — Elizabeth Strout

The idea that we should augment the wealth of the richest 1 per cent so they have more to spend on charity is trickle-down theory in its baldest form. — Linsey McGoey

I usually start with a lyric and see where that takes me. — Adam Schlesinger

What a hard thing it is to write of love! Easy enough to describe the burning brand of lust, or yearning of infatuation, that yearning that can never be assuaged. But love! There is only the word, and the knowing it. — Carolly Erickson

Imagination needs food like every dog and every cat and every bird and every fish. — Amos Oz

And the attitude of faith is the very opposite of clinging to belief, of holding on. — Alan Watts

In Japan, a number of time-honored everyday activities (such as making tea, arranging flowers, and writing) have traditionally been deeply examined by their proponents. Students study how to make tea, perform martial arts, or write with a brush in the most skillful way possible to express themselves with maximum efficiency and minimum strain. Through this efficient, adroit, and creative performance, they arrive at art. But if they continue to delve even more deeply into their art, they discover principles that are truly universal, principles relating to life itself. Then, the art of brush writing becomes shodo - the "Way of the brush" - while the art of arranging flowers is elevated to the status of kado - the "Way of flowers." Through these Ways or Do forms, the Japanese have sought to realize the Way of living itself. They have approached the universal through the particular. — H.E. Davey

goat. His performance was riveting, bolstered as it was with red, swollen eyes, uncombed hair, trembling hands. Had he begun to rent his clothes in grief, Claudia would not have been surprised. She wondered how long he had rehearsed, or if he had at all. — Laura Belgrave