Kouater Quotes & Sayings

I am what I am again: a writer. I have metabolized the injury into art. — Julia Cameron

Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of earth abd his earthy being, and become half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. — Milan Kundera

I found the second story that I'd ever written, 20 years ago in Wellington. It was written in the third person, the person most girls use when they want to talk about themselves but don't think anyone will listen. — Chris Kraus

God, three weddings in one day, I'm going to be in Spanx for 12 hours. My elastic line is gonna get infected again. — LIZ

The Civic University operates on a global scale but uses its location to form its identity. — John Goddard

Management, at every level, is about the effort to frame challenges, define end states, and allocate resources to navigate between them. — Steven Sinofsky

Human rebellion ends in metaphysical revolution. It progresses from appearances to acts, from the dandy to the revolutionary. — Albert Camus

The rebel in me never really had died. She just needed some time off and a reason to come back to work. — Abigail Baker

Anyone who finds himself incapable of grasping the complexities of a work hides his withdrawal behind the most superficial pretext because he has not gotten past the surface. — Julio Cortazar

Until you have a child, you won't really understand that you would actually throw yourself in front of a bus for your child. Like, you don't really get it. Like, it's like, 'Hell no.' You know, 'She's only two. I can make another one.' You know? But, you know, you have a baby, and then you actually care about this person. — Russell Peters

The process and the great smells it produces make everyone hungry and get everyone's mouth watering. And it gives men a chance to cook. — Bobby Flay

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like. — Saint Augustine

Your identifier is you. I remember your eyes. Your mouth. The freckles on both cheeks that look like constellations. I know your smiles, at least three of them, and at least eight of your expressions, including the ones you only do with your eyes. If I could draw, I would draw you, and I wouldn't need to look at you to do it. Because your face is stuck in my mind. — Jennifer Niven