Lespedezas Quotes & Sayings

The words graphic designer, architect, or industrial designer stick in my throat, giving me a sense of limitation, of specialisation within the specialty, of a relationship to society and form itself that is unsatisfactory and incomplete. This inadequate set of terms to describe an active life reveals only partially the still undefined nature of the designer. — Alvin Lustig

I like Yorkshire Tea - very strong and English. — Elsa Peretti

God gives good times and bad times, but He does not wish us to bemoan and bewail the bad times, but to prove ourselves men. — Patrick Suskind

There are over 500,000 registered sex offenders across the country, and statistics have shown that the recidivism rate for those criminals is high. — Jim Sensenbrenner

The full humanization of man requires the breakthrough from the possession-centered to the activity-centered orientation, from selfishness and egotism to solidarity and altruism. — Erich Fromm

In Hollywood, as I've often said, if you don't sing or dance, you end up as an after-dinner speaker. — Ronald Reagan

Chief, Medical Staff, Technical Services Division, CIA responded, I imagine the only reason would have been concern for broadening awareness of its existence. — Colin A. Ross

[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately. — Anais Nin

Tears are okay

[Morrie Schwartz] — Mitch Albom

Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing (James 1:2-4).
God's — Charles F. Stanley

If I'm not mistaken, I think Data was the comic relief on the show. — Brent Spiner

In the narrow thread of sod between the shaved banks and the toppling fences grow the relics of what once was Illinois - the prairie.
No one in the bus sees these relics. A worried farmer, his fertilizer bill projecting from his shirt pocket, looks blankly at the lupines, lespedezas or Baptisias that originally pumped nitrogen out of the prairie air and into his black loamy acres. He does not distinguish them from the parvenu quack-grass in which they grow. Were I to ask him the name of that white spike of pea-like flowers hugging the fence, he would shake his head. A weed, likely. — Aldo Leopold