Mablean Ephriam Quotes & Sayings

This is the first time I've done something like this and I'm really hoping this will work. — Joe Teti

Whenever I listen to an artist or an art historian I'm struck by how much they see and how much they know--and how much I don't.

Good art writing should therefore do at least two things. It should teach us how to look: at art, architecture, sculpture, photography and all the other visual components of our daily landscape. And it should give us the information we need to understand what we're looking at. — William Zinsser

I got ice in my veins
Blood in my eyes/Hate in my heart
Love in my mind — Lil' Wayne

We never know the journey another person has walked, so be kind to everyone. — Lynette Mather

Long-term, gospel-motivate d obedience can only come from the grace of what Jesus has already done, not the guilt of what we must do. — Tullian Tchividjian

I photograph you every morning
In a cruel attempt to capture
A formal souvenir of what I love — Susan Rich

Non-co-operation is the quickest method of creating public opinion. — Mahatma Gandhi

Performing doesn't come that naturally to me, even though I've done it for years. — Robert Smith

I spent thirty-three years and four months in active military service as a member of this country's most agile military force, the Marine Corps. I served in all commissioned ranks from Second Lieutenant to Major-General. — Smedley Butler

The slow constellations wheeled on. It would be dawn and then sun-up after a while and he would be hungry. But that would be to-morrow and now he was only cold, and walking would cure that. His breathing was easier now and he decided to get up and go on, and then he found that he had been asleep because he knew it was almost dawn, the night almost over. He could tell that from the whippoorwills. They were everywhere now among the dark trees below him, constant and inflectioned and ceaseless, so that, as the instant for giving over to the day birds drew nearer and nearer, there was no interval at all between them. He got up. He was a little stiff, but walking would cure that too as it would the cold, and soon there would be the sun. He went on down the hill, toward the dark woods within which the liquid silver voices of the birds called unceasing - the rapid and urgent beating of the urgent and quiring heart of the late spring night. He did not look back. — William Faulkner

I mean, give me a guitar, give me a piano, give me a broom and string, I wouldn't get bored anywhere. — Keith Richards

The idealist regards facts as provisional. — Mason Cooley