Monsen Engineering Quotes & Sayings

Wisdom we know is the knowledge of good and evil, not the strength to choose between the two. — John Cheever

Good God, with a bounty
Look down on Marion County,
For the soil is so pore, and so awful rooty, too,
I don't know what to God the pore folks gonna do. — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

It struck him as curious that you could create dead men but not living ones. Comrade Ogilvy, who had never existed in the present, now existed in the past, and when once the act of forgery was forgotten, he would exist just as authentically, and upon the same evidence, as Charlemagne or Julius Caesar. — George Orwell

Harper, did you just ... did you just throw a pen at Liz?"
"Oh my gosh, no, Mrs. Ford! I was just ... um ... writing really fast because there was so much information to take in, and I had, like, some lotion? On my hands? Anyway the pen flew out of my hand and hit Liz — Rachel Hawkins

Sometimes, the advertising is better than the product. Nothing kills a bad product faster than good advertising. Everyone tries the thing and never buys it again. — Jerry Della Femina

In fact, for dessert, I'll skip the rest of the cake and take one order of sexy single dad, please. — Lauren Blakely

The Duke of Edinburgh has perfected the art of saying hello and goodbye in the same handshake. — Jennie Bond

She idly stroked his head in the way one might stroke a dog. — Mark Haddon

You will not reap the fruit of individuality in your children if you clone their education. — Marilyn Howshall

The life of hope, then, is shot through with social influences at every level. We learn to formulate ideals in tandem with others. We pursue particular hopes, sometimes succeeding and sometimes failing, in the company of those we love. And as we develop habits of hope and the hopefulness which helps us weather our trials, we reach out to others, inspiring them, sharing our own hopes with them, and contributing our abilities as best we can to foster the growth of agency. — Patrick Shade

In the mist, in the darkness of the forest, in the dewdrops on the spruce needles. In the whales that swam in the sea, in the heart beating in my breast. Mist, heart, blood, trees. Why were they so appealing? What was it that enticed me with such power? That filled me with such enormous desire? Mist, heart, blood, trees. Oh, if only I could write about them, no, not write about them but make my writing be them, then I would be happy. Then I would have peace of mind. — Karl Ove Knausgard

We photographers are poets in the language of symbols. — Jan Phillips

I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart. — Pope John XXIII

Sometimes I wish that I hadn't learned how to crochet, I say, and Alice laughs. Obviously she thinks I'm joking, which is maybe for the best. — David Nicholls