Kuranda Mortgage Quotes & Sayings

You had hope, Alex. No one can ever be faulted for hope. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

I think a lot of making art is listening to yourself. — Kiki Smith

Art is the highest expression of the human spirit. — Joyce Carol Oates

For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened. ...
No sooner are they open than the drama beings. To look without understanding - that is paradise. Hell, then, would be the place where we understand, where we understand too much. ... — Emil Cioran

I read much more that I do anything else. I don't watch too much television, because I like books. — Anjelica Huston

16Wash yourselves and be clean! Get your sins out of my sight. Give up your evil ways. + 17Learn to do good. Seek justice. Help the oppressed. Defend the cause of orphans. Fight for the rights of widows. — Anonymous

What's important about the artists we learn about in art history and see in all the art books is that they have somehow pushed the boundaries of what people think art is or should be, and that's how they've made their work relevant. That's what I'm trying to figure out for myself. — Kadir Nelson

She wanted to interrupt and tell him how unnecessary it was, this bloodying and binding, this turning faith into a pugilistic exercise; to tell him that life was a struggle with ourselves more than with a spear-wielding Satan; that belief was a choice for our conscience always to be sharpened. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

I never understood how someone who was dying could say he was the luckiest man in the world, but now I understand. — Mickey Mantle

I made about fifty-four dollars a week and spent it on two flying lessons every week at the age of sixteen and was able to get a license then pretty early and knew that that's what I wanted to do, some kind of a career in aviation. I did know about space flight, but at that point, it was still pretty far out there. — Kevin A. Ford

I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry. A spark flew off Arnold and shook me, like a chill. I wanted to cry; I felt very odd. I had fallen into a new way of being happy. — Sylvia Plath