Mirdamadexchange Quotes & Sayings

If the Americans, in addition to the eagle and the Stars and Stripes and the more unofficial symbols of bison, moose and Indian, should ever need another emblem, one which is friendly and pleasant, then I think they should choose the grapefruit. Or rather the half grapefruit, for this fruit only comes in halves, I believe. Practically speaking, it is always yellow, always just as fresh and well served. And it always comes at the same, still hopeful hour of the morning. — Johan Huizinga

I am quite empty of feeling. I don't care the slightest bit in the world for anybody or anything except myself. But I do care for myself, and I'm going to survive in spite of them all, and I'm going to have my own success without caring the least in the world how I get it. Because I'm cleverer than they are, I'm cunninger than they are, even if I'm weak. I must build myself up proper protections, and entrench myself, and then I'm safe. I can sit inside my glass tower and feel nothing and be touched by nothing, and yet exert my power, my will, through the glass walls of my ego. — D.H. Lawrence

I'm sure we were all feeling blessed on this ferryboat among the humps of very green
in the sunlight almost coolly burning, like phosphorus
islands, and the water of inlets winking in the sincere light of day, under a sky as blue and brainless as the love of God, despite the smell, the slight, dreamy suffocation, of some kind of petroleum-based compound used to seal the deck's seams. — Denis Johnson

Matthew believed him; why shouldn't he? Ronan had never lied. — Maggie Stiefvater

I'm basically depressive, cynical, prone to intellectualization. — Paul Schrader

The brains of a pedant however full, are vacant. — Sir Fulke Greville

This is what evolution means
ordered progress; development from poorer to richer, from lower to higher, from less to greater
progress. In the material universe, progress to higher forms; in the moral universe, progress to higher life. — Lyman Abbott

The tears of the young who go their way, last a day; But the grief is long of the old who stay. — John Townsend Trowbridge