Namah Resort Quotes & Sayings

He was so pale the freckles stood out on his face the way they did when he was upset or hadn't slept. She thought they might be telling her something if she could only understand the language of freckles. — Alice Hoffman

They think of themselves as your grandparents,' he said. But call them whatever you like. James and Mary? — Ann Cleeves

Libraries are a tremendous and valuable resource, and I'm note sure it's possible to have too many of them. — Ann Leckie

The way we see the world shapes the way we treat it. If a mountain is a deity, not a pile of ore; if a river is one of the veins of the land, not potential irrigation water; if a forest is a sacred grove, not timber; if other species are biological kin, not resources; or if the planet is our mother, not an opportunity
then we will treat each other with greater respect. Thus is the challenge, to look at the world from a different perspective. — David Suzuki

I do not want to be anyone's model for becoming a better person. "Can — E.K. Johnston

It is disappointing and embarrassing to the science profession that some Nobel Laureates would deliberately use their well deserved scientific reputations and hold themselves out as experts in other fields. — David Douglass

Be passionate about what you write, believe in your ability to convey timeless ideas, and let no one tell you what what you're capable of. — Christina Westover

I think TV is the only place left where you can have a midsize something. — Cynthia Nixon

There is no such condition as 'schizophrenia', but the label is a social fact and the social fact a political event. — R.D. Laing

Big Brother doesn't like all these Little Brothers looking at it. — Hasan M. Elahi

I don't like the info-dump, as it's known. — Rachel Kushner

There's some kind of peace that comes with knowing that for every person who is waiting to be found, there's someone out there searching. — Julie Murphy

There are skies manufactured by people, punctured and leaking,and there are soft,coal-colored clouds, beating like black hearts — Markus Zusak