Maquinaria Jr Quotes & Sayings

Where the eye divides, the ear connects. — John Luther Adams

The tapestry of her life was a work of art created not with a needle but with duty, courage, and honor, sprinkled liberally with laughter and hope. — Karen Ranney

What's your problem?"
"I don't have problems. I solve them. — John M. Cusick

I don't think it is given to any of us to be impertinent to great religions with impunity. — John Le Carre

Twilight-kind, oppressing the heart as with a condensed atmosphere of dreamy undefined love and longing. — George MacDonald

Brahma emerged from the right side of Mahesa, Vishnu from the left and Nilarudra from his heart. In the beginning, intoning AUM, Sadasiva created the universe. Siva is Pranava and Pranava is Siva. — Ramesh Menon

I think it's important for each of us to examine the reasons why we have survived our individual challenges, obstacles, and trials. It's not always easy to come to terms with the fact that God always has a greater purpose for us than we can have for ourselves. — Stu Jones

I have always been a coward as a child. I am not very brave. I am very aware of the fact that I am not very gutsy. — Cai Guo-Qiang

There are little things that get on my nerves, like people who have reading material in their powder room. When you go in someone's house, and next to the toilet they have a huge basket of magazines, I find that repellent. I recommend against straining while reading. — John Waters

servomechanism in which a moral vacuum had been so successfully sucked clean of every molecule of real qualm or scruple that his own descriptions of the unutterable crimes he perpetrated daily seem often to float outside and apart from evil, phantasms of cretinous innocence. Yet — William Styron

I like when people are trapped in the joke, when there's no escape. I like to lead people down the wrong path and then trap them. — Paul Mooney

Wisdom is not a question of learning facts with the mind; it can only be acquired through perfection of living. — Nilakanta Sri Ram

The talk of the educated, the talk in books, confused him, as if on purpose, as if education itself were a conspiracy to make certain that the knowledge of the world was unavailable to him. And yet he believed in his own intelligence, took pride in the way his thoughts came together like the cocking of a revolver. But the words were never there to express the thoughts, and so his private stock of knowledge was forever his secret, sealed inside by his ignorance. — Ernest Hebert

Where, in the dull eyes of doating men, are the laughing light and life of childhood, the gaiety that has known no check, the frankness that has felt no chill, the hope that has never withered, the joys that fade in blossoming? — Charles Dickens