Luciderm Quotes & Sayings

You know I know next to zip about gardening, right?
It's easy. You buy the pretty pots from the nursery, you stick them in the ground. If they die, you buy more. If not, you brag like there's no tomorrow. — Sarah Mayberry

When we sit down day after day and keep grinding, something mysterious starts to happen. A process is set into motion by which, inevitably and infallibly, heaven comes to our aid. Unseen forces enlist in our cause; serendipity reinforces our purpose. This is the other secret that real artists know and wannabe writers don't. When we sit down each day and do our work, power concentrates around us. The Muse takes note of our dedication. — Steven Pressfield

Do you think why not is ultimately a better question than why? Why or why not? — B.J. Novak

Still, no one finally knows what a poet is supposed either to be or to do. Especially in this country, one takes on the job - because all that one does in America is considered a "job" - with no clear sense as to what is required or where one will ultimately be led. In that respect, it is as particular an instance of a "calling" as one might point to. For years I've kept in mind, "Many are called but few are chosen." Even so "called," there were no assurances that one would be answered. — Robert Creeley

Back in February 1915, when the plan had first been scuttled, Lawrence had bitterly suggested to his family that France was the true enemy in Syria. In the wake of the second scuttling in November 1915 was born an enmity that would cause him to view all future French actions in the region with utter distrust. — Scott Anderson

She still found no words in which she could express the complexity of her feelings; indeed, she could not even find thoughts in which she could clearly think out all that was in her soul. — Leo Tolstoy

I have more to thank for than complain about — Bangambiki Habyarimana

You are the best of us. We are the best of you. What becomes of us will, inevitably, become of you. That is why you should care. That is why I write.
I end this chapter, then, with broken silence, broken vows, broken trust. Our secrets are yours now; I pray you use them well. — Donna Boyd