Niemus Market Quotes & Sayings

I didn't know if I could act, but I knew I could be a great ballet dancer, and Balanchine put out the carpet for me. — Jacques D'Amboise

Now it is time that we are going, I to die and you to live; but which of us has the happier prospect is unknown to anyone but God — Socrates

Life is like a bicycle; keep moving on to maintain balance. — Albert Einstein

A memory elbowed its way past Bishop's fear and stood defiant in the forefront of his mind. Bishop Washington never forgot a face. — Ninie Hammon

We can tell people abstract rules of thumb which we have derived from prior experiences, but it is very difficult for other people to learn from these. We have difficulty remembering such abstractions, but we can more easily remember a good story. Stories give life to past experience. Stories make the events in memory memorable to others and to ourselves. This is one of the reasons why people like to tell stories. — Roger C. Shank

These kids [of the current generation] have no fear of technology ... sort of like I have no fear of a refrigerator. — Don Tapscott

Your heart, Mary Karr, he'd say. His pen touched my sternum, and it felt for all the world like the point of a dull spear as he said, Your heart knows what your head don't. Or won't. — Mary Karr

I had no fun. My family was too serious. — Miuccia Prada

Em, we've known each other five or six years now, but two years properly, as, you know, 'friends', which isn't that long but I think I know a bit about you and I think I know what your problem is. Here it is. I think you're scared of being happy, Emma. I think you think that the natural way of things is for your life to be grim and grey and dour and to hate your job, hate where you live, not to have success or money or God forbid a boyfriend. In fact, I think I'll go further and say that I think you actually get a kick out of being disappointed and under-achieving, because it's easier, isn't it? Failure and unhappiness is easier because you can make a joke out of it. — David Nicholls

That one smooth black eye stared, and reflected in it I fancied I could see the cyclopeon city, and the endless column of the marching dead. — Stephen King