New Home Poems Quotes & Sayings

There is not one talent for living and another for creating. The same suffices for both. And one can be sure that the talent that could not produce but an artificial work could not sustain but a frivolous life. — Albert Camus

It is truly strange how long it takes to get to know oneself. I am now sixty two years old, yet just one moment ago I realised that I absolutely love lightly toasted bread. Simultaneously, I also realised that I loathe bread when it is heavily toasted. For almost sixty years, and quite unconsciously, I have been experiencing inner joy or total despair at my relationship with grilled bread. — Ludwig Wittgenstein

The extremely tiny fraction who think regularly, accurately, creatively, and without self-delusion - in the long run, these are the only people who count. — Robert A. Heinlein

Sometimes John had recorded new compositions, or lines from his new poems. Sometimes he'd just record a busy night in The Green Man. Sometimes sheep, seals, skylarks, the wind turbine. If Liam were home there would be some Liam. The summer fair. The Fastnet Race. I would unfold my map of Clear Island. Those tapes prised the lid off homesickness and rattled out the contents, but always at the bottom was solace. — David Mitchell

Since the attachment to the cult of Islam is psychological, the solution must also be psychological. We have all the logical proof that Islam is false. But logic has its limitation. Brainwashed people dismiss logic and pride themselves in their blind faith. Psychological warfare is extremely powerful. The Muslim bravado must be destroyed by humiliations and ridicule. — Ali Sina

Fae can't lie, you know. But they can, and do, manipulate the truth." "What's the difference?" Mina asked. "Like, if you asked me if you were ugly, I couldn't say yes, but I might tell you that you'll probably never be prom queen." "Pfft. Like I'd want to be." "Only if Brody Carmichael were king." Mina threw a stick at him, feeling the heat rush into her face. — Chanda Hahn

He's a smart guy, but I think I'm a genius. — Nonito Donaire

Onstage, there's no hiding; you either can or can't act. There's no second take. — Anna Friel

Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister's eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black. After that he remembered nothing. — George R R Martin

Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods. — Alexander Pope

Whether he knows it or not, the middle-income American is taxed as though he were living in a socialist society. — Gore Vidal

I remember, when I was a child and wrote poems in little clasped books, I used to kiss the books and put them away tenderly because I had been happy near them, and take them out by turns when I was going from home, to cheer them by the change of air and the pleasure of the new place. This, not for the sake of the verses written in them, and not for the sake of writing more verses in them, but from pure gratitude. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The old question still remains: Can a free people restrain crime without sacrificing fundamental liberties and a heritage of compassion? — Gerald R. Ford

Sooner or later, those who win are those who think they can. — Richard Bach

No, listen. I've got it now. You meet a girl: shy, unassuming. If you tell her she's beautiful, she'll think you're sweet, but she won't believe you. She knows that beauty lies in your beholding." Bast gave a grudging shrug. "And sometimes that's enough."
His eyes brightened. "But there's a better way. You show her she is beautiful. You make mirrors of your eyes, prayers of your hands against her body. It is hard, very hard, but when she truly believes you ... " Bast gestured excitedly. "Suddenly the story she tells herself in her own head changes. She transforms. She isn't seen as beautiful. She is beautiful, seen. — Patrick Rothfuss

I'm not a panic guy. I don't do that. Can't. When you're a leader, you can never panic, no matter what's happening. The building could be falling down. Fire could be going all places. Somebody has to make a decision on how to get out. — Herman Edwards

through the rose glass window in their beautiful new home, you stare at the love you gave away. — AVA.

Neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth
that's the way home. neither vodka nor bread just bursts of rage just more new graves
that's youth and that's love. neither sleep nor waking neither joy nor laughter just tears in the night
so the rope, paper, knife. — Tadeusz Borowski

Cause there's nothing, there's nothing you can teach me
That I can't learn from Mr. Hathaway. — Amy Winehouse