Melodyless Quotes & Sayings

When it's all over, you're remembered for what you did, not what you said you were going to do. — Jodi Picoult

Sometimes when the heart breaks, it doesn't know what it wants and it doesn't recognize the difference between the truth and a lie. — C.C. Hunter

Now, to follow out this reasoning, what is the marvellous? - that which we do not understand. What is it that we really desire? - that which we cannot obtain. — Alexandre Dumas

The blank space can be humbling. But I've faced it my whole professional life. It's my job. It's also my calling. Bottom line: Filling this empty space constitutes my identity. — Twyla Tharp

The Guchkov government is held in a vice: bound by the interests of capital, it is compelled to strive to continue the predatory, robber war, to protect the monstrous profits of capital and the landlords, to restore the monarchy. Bound by its revolutionary origin and by the need for an abrupt change from tsarism to democracy, pressed by the bread-hungry and peace-hungry masses, the government is compelled to lie, to wriggle, to play for time, to "proclaim" and promise (promises are the only things that are very cheap even at a time of madly rocketing prices) as much as possible and do as little as possible, to make concessions with one hand and to withdraw them with the other. Under — Vladimir Lenin

For two full days we picked green beans out in the field, under the molten rays of the summer sun, rows and rows of beans. And the more rows I picked alongside Serafino, the madder I grew inside, thinking about those charityless, virtueless, and benevolentless shitheads who have spread about this glorious land a melodyless song, a giftless song that accuses the immigrant of stealing their lunches - when in fact they are picking, packing, and purveying them.* Millions of immigrant workers - men, women, and children - ignorant, poor, yet so ripe with hope and determination and humility, even while bent over at the waist, picking America's crops, servicing America's insatiable appetite, shouldering the heaviest and most dangerous loads, not so much for themselves, but for America, daily, joyously, like Whitman's song: "A song for occupations! / In the labor of engines and trades and the labor of fields I find / the developments, — Richard Horan

Hope was a fool's emotion. — Sarah MacLean

There's nothing good about losing someone. But maybe Lucy wasn't supposed to be your compass forever. Maybe she was there for you just long enough so you could learn how to be your own compass and find your own way. The universe is a strange thing. — Julie Murphy

Shhh, no more talking Em, Ethan whispered. — Christy Pastore

Necessity might be the mother of invention, but restriction is the mother of efficiency. — Terry Gilliam