Minards Leisure Quotes & Sayings

I think the beauty of working with young people is they remind you of the spirit of acting and it's just a big play. — Eric Bana

The more the panic grows, the more uplifting the image of a man who refuses to bow to the terror. — Ernst Junger

There was a pause. Then she smiled and the corners of her mouth drooped and an almost imperceptible sway brought her closer to him, looking up into his eyes. A lump rose in Dexter's throat, and he waited breathless for the experiment, facing the unpredictable compound that would form mysteriously from the elements of their lips. Then he saw
she communicated her excitement to him, lavishly, deeply, with kisses that were not a promise but a fulfillment. They aroused in him not hunger demanding renewal but surfeit that would demand more surfeit ... kisses that were like charity, creating want by holding back nothing at all. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Rather than a plausible explanation for how we got to be the way we are, the standard narrative is exposed as contemporary moralistic bias packaged to look like science and then projected upon the distant screen of prehistory, rationalizing the present while obscuring the past. Yabba dabba doo. — Cacilda Jetha

She was extravagant with her pity, and complacent in her snug world. — Harper Lee

I feel good. At this point, the only thing I'm trying to do is accumulate at-bats and get my work in, and so far that's what I'm doing. — Scott Rolen

Virtually every passage on suffering in the New Testament deflects the emphasis from cause to response. Although we cannot grasp the master plan of the universe, which allows for so much evil and pain (the Why? question), we can nevertheless respond in two important ways. First, we can find meaning in the midst of suffering. Second, we can offer real and practical help to those in need. — Philip Yancey

Instead of constantly adapting to change, why not change to be adaptive? — Fred Emery

There is a crack opening up in the middle of the kitchen table. The typewriter and the secrets box are too heavy for it. They're pulling the table down. They're opening up a hole in the floor. The whole room rips apart. There it is, large as life. Our lives are being blown wide open. — Moira Fowley-Doyle

My last refuge, my books: simple pleasures, like finding wild onions by the side of a road, or requited love. — Tracy Letts