Ludlum Instruments Quotes & Sayings

and she saw a bed of lamb's lettuce, or rapunzel. — Philip Pullman

A zero itself is nothing, but without a zero you cannot count anything; therefore, a zero is something, yet zero. — Dalai Lama

If one woman is suffering, then we are all suffering, and we need to put a voice to that. — Annie Lennox

The changeover from one medium to another presents both opportunities and challenges. New technologies empower us, to be sure; but never without some cost which we universally fail to anticipate. We must avoid celebrating the advantages too enthusiastically, lest we miss the meaning of the challenges. For once the changeover is complete, the opportunities and challenges fully assimilated, we will certainly be impotent to undo them. — Peter K. Fallon

I keep trying to forget, but I must remember. And gather the scattered continents of a self, once whole. Before they plant flags and boundary my destiny. Push down the watered mountains that blemish this soiled soul before the valleys of my conscience get the best of me. I'll need a passport just to simply reach the rest of me. A vaccination for a lesser god's bleak history. — Saul Williams

As a former Catholic, and as someone who even today is not opposed to being called a Christian, I felt I had every right to use the symbols of the Church and resented being told not to. — Andres Serrano

I read an interview where someone said, 'It's a shame that anyone can make a movie now,' and I feel the exact opposite. — Jason Blum

I'm not a kiss-and-teller. I never named names. — Joni Mitchell

Banks have a strong self-preservation instinct and are quick to adapt to new regulations. — Herve Falciani

The Wanderer in every moment spent awake faces two alternatives: a choice is to be made between the ambitions stretching between past and future, or the quiet, simplicity, purity and emptiness, full of vibrating life, of the present. It is, however, only the latter that brings to the life of the Wanderer the Witnessing Presence! — Frank M. Wanderer

The leprous corpse, touch'd by this spirit tender,
Exhales itself in flowers of gentle breath;
Like incarnations of the stars, when splendour
Is chang'd to fragrance, they illumine death
And mock the merry worm that wakes beneath;
Nought we know, dies. Shall that alone which knows
Be as a sword consum'd before the sheath
By sightless lightning? - the intense atom glows
A moment, then is quench'd in a most cold repose. — Percy Bysshe Shelley