Knooks For Knitting Quotes & Sayings

I'm perfectly normal; its the rest of the world that's abstract. — Alexis Allinson

But those who initially went to the West were overtaken by the barbarism of the frontier with astonishing speed - think Lord of the Flies or Heart of Darkness. There was murder, mayhem, robbery, alcoholism, depression, and suicide, and all of it on a positively Homeric scale that still has cultural anthropologists enraptured. — Simon Winchester

To gain anything we have longed for is only to discover how vain and empty it is; and even though we are always living in expectation of better things, at the same time we often repent and long to have the past back again. — Arthur Schopenhauer

There's so many good comic actors that you just take the best of and try and run with it yourself. Try and bring a little bit of yourself to it, too. — Domhnall Gleeson

Poverty is the discoverer of all the arts. — Apuleius

We all assume that we have our tomorrows to look forward to, but we never truly know what's waiting just around the corner. — Carole Matthews

I have come to realize it's not the
QUANTITY of LOVE but instead the
QUALITY — Shannon Elizabeth

It's absolutely true that it's almost impossible to play a character without having any affection for him. — Michael Shanks

Don't just sit there (and complain), do something. — Jack Canfield

But on the other hand, I talked to a woman who was a working woman, and it was actually great for her, because she had her husband one week of the month and the other three weeks, while he was with his other wives, she got to pursue what she wanted to do. — Jeanne Tripplehorn

Brian looked back and for a moment felt afraid because the wolf was so ... so right. He knew Brian, knew him and owned him and chose not to do anything to him. But the fear moved then, moved away,and Brian knew the wolf for what it was - another part of the woods, another part of all of it. — Gary Paulsen

I'm infamous, a joke. It doesn't make me feel good, because I'm a genuine person, but I don't let it get to me, because I am who I am. — William Hung

By the time they had called at the baker's and climbed to the top of Cap Diamant, the sun, dropping with incredible quickness, had already disappeared. They sat down in the blue twilight to eat their bread and await the turbid afterglow which is peculiar to Quebec in autumn; the slow, rich, prolonged flowing-back of crimson across the sky, after the sun has sunk behind the dark ridges of the west. Because of the haze in the air the colour seems thick, like a heavy liquid, welling up wave after wave, a substance that throbs, rather than a light. — Willa Cather