Muttering Pronounce Quotes & Sayings

There are two types of courage involved with what I did. When it comes to picking up a rifle, millions of people are capable of doing that, as we see in Iraq or Vietnam. But when it comes to risking their careers, or risking being invited to lunch by the establishment, it turns out that's remarkably rare. — Daniel Ellsberg

What does that make me, when a faery is capable of more humanity than I am? — Elizabeth May

In many ways, people growing up with the Web and now the Semantic Web take the power at their fingertips for granted. — Tim Berners-Lee

When we ignore the pain, it grows bigger and bigger, and like an abscess that is never drained, eventually it will rupture. When that happens, it can reach into every area of our lives - our health, our families, our jobs, our friendships, our faith, and our very ability to feel joy may be diminished by the fallout from resentments, anger, and hurts that are never named. — Desmond Tutu

We're in the explanation business, and if the answers to the questions we explore got too simple, we'd be out of work. — Michael Pollan

Yes, but with the Cube there are many flashes, there are many aha's. — Erno Rubik

I did not know what it was to be happy for a whole day at a time, scarcely for an hour. — Georg Brandes

You!" I shouted. "What's wrong with you?"
He blinked at me.
"I thought you got turned into a fern."
"Oh. Oh, Ananna, I'm sorry I didn't think- — Cassandra Rose Clarke

Therefore, my brothers, I want you to know that through Jesus the forgiveness of sins is proclaimed to you.
Acts 13:38 — Anonymous

The simple practice of hesitation helps you stop reacting blindly to everything that happens. — Ma Jaya

He was going to die. He could see the headlines now. Naked Runt Suffocated by a Sleeping Giant. — S.J.D. Peterson

You know your mother means to feast with me,
And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad:
Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust
And with your blood and it I'll make a paste,
And of the paste a coffin I will rear
And make two pasties of your shameful heads,
And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam,
Like to the earth swallow her own increase.
This is the feast that I have bid her to,
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; (5.2.18) — William Shakespeare

My everyday Appleton life, my phones calls to my father, my occasional beers with friends, my Saturday-morning jobs around the reservoir - what was all that, but the opiated husk of a life, the treadmill of the ordinary, a cage built of convention and consumerism and obligation and fear, in which I'd lolled for decades, oblivious, like a lotus eater, as my body aged and time advanced? — Claire Messud