Manny Mua Quotes & Sayings

AND STOP BELLY-DANCING WITH BIRDS, NORWAY, IT'S INHUMANE! — America

Berta, whose boyfriend had walked so far to see her, went out without her star and was immediately arrested and sent to a concentration camp. — Edith Hahn Beer

Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act
act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I'd never believed in luck. Never had any cause to. Never relied on it, because I never could. — Lee Child

Is there anyone nearby you can speak to without words?"

"I don't know. I only know that there are those whose minds I can speak with that, when I show them how, speak back to my mind as well. — Tom Larcombe

Ignorance is the worst plague of all, a form of blindness that destroys the hearts of the people who hide behind it. — David Estes

Writing is easy. Writing a publishable book is hard. — Eliza Green

Discretion is nothing other than the sense of justice with respect to the sphere of the intimate contents of life. — Georg Simmel

Rather than a teaching tool, I think a novel is more of a witnessing entity. A witnessing entity? What is that? I just want the reader to step in and experience it as a story. — Lorrie Moore

The mind is time bound however; the subconscious mind is universal consciousness and is timeless. — Debasish Mridha

At the heart of most things that look bad is something that can be good and useful. — William Kent Krueger

This was a good dinner enough, to be sure, but it was not a dinner to ask a man to. — Samuel Johnson

Love messes up the mind. It actually does. It does things to our brain which no other things can. The part of our brain which is used for making judgments shuts down as a result of our being in "love". Research has shown that the affect of love on the brain is comparable to the affect of drugs. Perfectly sane and logical people turn into love sick crazy maniacs in no time at all. Love is something which is best avoided, if that is possible at all. Nobody deserves to go through heartbreaks. Nobody. — Romi D.

All I knew was what I wasn't, and it took me some years to discover what I was.
Which was a writer.
By which I mean not a "good" writer or a "bad" writer but simply a writer, a person whose most absorbed and passionate hourse are spent arranging words on pieces of paper. Had my credentials been in order I would never have become a writer. Had I been blessed with even limited access to my own mind there would have been no reason to write. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. Why did the oil refineries around Carquinez Straits seem sinister to me in the summer of 1956? Why have the night lights in the bevatron burned in my mind for twenty years? What is going on in these pictures in my mind? — Joan Didion