Lodeme Quotes & Sayings

Our compulsive hunger always to know first, speak first and decide first has only been amplified by the fact that we can now all participate instantly in a virtual version of a national cocktail-party conversation on Twitter, Facebook and blogs. — John Podhoretz

One thing with me, and every goal I've had - - in the sport of swimming, my mother didn't know my goals. The only person that knew my goals were my coaches. — Michael Phelps

We owe the low price of electricity today to the power grid, the network that emerged
through these pairwise connections, linking all producers and consumers
into a single network. It allows cheaply produced power to be instantly
transported anywhere. Electricity hence offers a wonderful example of the
huge positive impact networks have on our life — Albert-Laszlo Barabasi

I've always found the rain very calming. — Venus Williams

In America a woman loses her independence for ever in the bonds of matrimony. While there is less constraint on girls there than anywhere else, a wife submits to stricter obligations. For the former, her father's house is a home of freedom and pleasure; for the latter, her husband's is almost a cloister. — Alexis De Tocqueville

Gainst him, a mighty warrior too. Strong, as a soldier born and bred, - Great, as a king whom regions dread. See! what a host the conqueror leads, With elephants, and cars, and steeds. O'er countless bands his pennons fly; So is he mightier far than I. — Valmiki

By about the sixth week the smallness of the class, and whatever makeshift intimacy had sprung up there, became suddenly oppressive to me ... suddenly I wanted the anonymity of a large class, where class members did not really have faces and names and problems. In six weeks with Susan, Lodeme, Betty, Valerie, Ellen, Frances, Pat, Marie, Bridget, and Barney, ( ... ) brought to the stubborn limits of our knowability, we were now left with the jagged scrape of our differences. — Lorrie Moore

Like faint flowers in the diaphonous fabrics of the twenties: beautiful, trivial fabrics so flimsy they could not hope to last? — Kate Morton