Limitantes De Una Quotes & Sayings

With a cold barren weariness that quenched the dry glow of anger, he thought, What can you do about these people? The terrible thing is, there are such a lot of them. There are so many, they expect to meet each other wherever they go.
Not wicked, he thought: that's not the word, that's sentimentality. These are just runts. Souls with congenitally short necks and receding brows. They don't sin in the sight of heaven and feel despair: they only throw away lighted cigarettes on Exmoor, and go on holiday leaving the cat to starve, and drive on after accidents without stopping. A wicked man nowadays can set millions of them in motion, and when he's gone howling mad from looking at his own face, they'll be marching still with their mouths open and their hands hanging by their knees, on and on and on. ... — Mary Renault

I'm not a broad comic, but I think I can be funny and I think I make people laugh. — Lennie James

So did you bring me down here to show me how artistic you are?"
"No, I just wanted to talk to you alone. You know ... get to know each other better." "In case you didn't notice, we were alone outside," I responded, with a raised brow. "Unless you think the birds were eavesdropping on our conversation." Concealed — Sang Kromah

They can take away my livelihood and my food and" - here his voice hitched - "my grandson. But they can't take away my dreams." His — Jodi Picoult

Between the initial idea and the finished piece lies a gulf we can see across, but never fully chart. The truly special moments in artmaking lie in those moments when concept is converted to reality - those moments when the gulf is being crossed. — David Bayles

O, let us understand that the power of Christianity lies not in a hazy indefiniteness, not in shadowy forms, not so much even in definite truths and doctrines, but in the truth and the doctrine. There is but one Christ crucified. All the gathered might of the infinite God is in that word. — Herrick Johnson

The mysteries that cups of flowers infold
And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold. — William Wordsworth

At last I understood that writing was this: an impulse to share with other people a feeling or truth that I myself had. — Brenda Ueland

Maybe then you comprehend, speaking one language only is a prison! — David Mitchell

It's impossible to give thanks and simultaneously feel fear — Ann Voskamp