Laminoe Quotes & Sayings

It's hard to make up your bed while you're still sleeping in it. Hard to make up your mind for the same reason. — Robert Breault

Our role models today
60 years ago would have been examples of what not to be — Prince Ea

If you work in The Dark, you MUST live in The Light. — Mylo Carbia

Let's replace "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you" with "Do unto others, after they show you they are worthy. — Sherry Argov

The strange things of the past which I learnt during those nocturnal meetings with the dead he dismisses as the fruits of my lifelong and omnivorous browsing amongst the ancient volumes of the family library. Had it not been for my old servant Hiram, I should have by this time become quite convinced of my madness. But — H.P. Lovecraft

An Indian respects a brave man, but he despises a coward. — Chief Joseph

Suddenly, I felt so helpless. If I hated the crowds but also my own company, where did that leave me? — Sarah Dessen

Begin with loss and see
how the world contradicts you,
how the horizon implies that beyond it
the water is not empty
but full of ships
all docking at another island. — Lynn Emanuel

A good joke, that!" returned Don Quixote. "Books that have been printed with the king's licence, and with the approbation of those to whom they have been submitted, and read with universal delight, and extolled by great and small, rich and poor, learned and ignorant, gentle and simple, in a word by people of every sort, of whatever rank or condition they may be - that these should be lies! — Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra

The change began with John Stuart Mill and the Utopians . When Mill pointed out that economics had no ultimate solution to the problem of distribution , that society might do with the fruits of its toil as it saw fit, he introduced into the mechanical calculus of the market a conflicting calculus of moral judgment. — Robert Heilbroner

And as if by magic - and it may have been magic, for I believe America is the land of magic, and that we, we now past Americans, were once the magical people of it, waiting now to stand to some unguessable generation of the future as the nameless pre-Mycenaean tribes did to the Greeks, ready, at a word, each of us now, to flit piping through groves ungrown, our women ready to haunt as laminoe the rose-red ruins of Chicago and Indianapolis when they are little more than earthen mounds, when the heads of the trees are higher than the hundred-and-twenty-fifth floor - it seemed to me that I found myself in bed again, the old house swaying in silence as though it were moored to the universe by only the thread of smoke from the stove. — Gene Wolfe