Lucky 10000 Quotes & Sayings

Out here we speak Malspeak, a mangle of English and old languages like Spanish, Mandarin, and Russian. Dialects from a time when the land was defined by many borders. Now there's only one that matters. And I am on the wrong side of it. — Georgia Clark

As an artist grows older, he has to fight disillusionment and learn to establish the same relation to nature as an adult, as he had when a child — Charles E. Burchfield

The more we recruit from immigrants who bring no personal traditions with them, the more America is going to ignore the things of the spirit. No one whose consuming desire is either for food or for motor-cars is going to care about culture, or even know what it is. — Katharine Fullerton Gerould

The inheritance of a distinguished and noble name is a proud inheritance to him who lives worthily of it. — Charles Caleb Colton

Vladimir Putin bribed a soccer official with a Picasso painting so he would support Russia's bid to host the 2018 World Cup. Putin was like, 'It wasn't Picasso, just picture of what his face would look like if he said no.' (Nose over here, eye up here, ear in forehead.) — Jimmy Fallon

Traditional academic science describes human beings as highly developed animals and biological thinking machines. We appear to be Newtonian objects made of atoms, molecules, cells, tissues, and organs. — Stanislav Grof

Death ends a life but not a relationship. I — Simon Van Booy

Don't waste another moment crying over what went wrong! If it wasn't a blessing - it was a lesson. — Paula White

Jesus is an example. We have other examples, including many of our ancestors as role models who understood the inner meaning of our orientation. — Malcolm Boyd

Life would be so much easier if we had the courage to ask the questions we fear the most. — Billy Taylor

You learn something new every day, if you just stop to pay attention. — Raymond E. Feist

Old Azureus's manner of welcoming people was a silent rhapsody. Ecstatically beaming, slowly, tenderly, he would take your hand between his soft palms, hold it thus as if it were a long sought treasure or a sparrow all fluff and heart, in moist silence, peering at you the while with his beaming wrinkles rather than with his eyes, and then, very slowly, the silvery smile would start to dissolve, the tender old hands would gradually release their hold, a blank expression replace the fervent light of his pale fragile face, and he would leave you as if he had made a mistake, as if after all you were not the loved one - the loved one whom, the next moment, he would espy in another corner, and again the smile would dawn, again the hands would enfold the sparrow, again it would all dissolve. — Vladimir Nabokov