Nienaber Dental Laboratory Quotes & Sayings

This doctrine of prenatal influence is now slowly being recognized, and science as well as religion calls out: 'Keep yourself holy, and pure.' So deeply has this been recognized in India, that there we even speak of adultery in marriage, except when marriage is consummated in prayer. — Swami Vivekananda

Truth that is naked is the most beautiful. — Arthur Schopenhauer

Let's make sure it's really raining before we worry about floods. — Grady Hendrix

Poor, unhappy Erik! Shall we pity him? Shall we curse him? He asked only to be 'some one,' like everybody else. But he was too ugly! And he had to hide his genius or use it to play tricks with, when, with an ordinary face, he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind! He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar. Ah, yes, we must need pity the Opera ghost ... — Gaston Leroux

Life's waters flow from darkness, Search the darkness, don't run from it. — Rumi

Well, it's a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Fear and guilt are sisters; — Shirley Jackson

I loved him beyond madness being one soul one vein one body , which he never deserved — Seema Gupta

I'm sorry, but were you dropped on your head as an infant? — Kathryn Stockett

In the narrow thread of sod between the shaved banks and the toppling fences grow the relics of what once was Illinois - the prairie.
No one in the bus sees these relics. A worried farmer, his fertilizer bill projecting from his shirt pocket, looks blankly at the lupines, lespedezas or Baptisias that originally pumped nitrogen out of the prairie air and into his black loamy acres. He does not distinguish them from the parvenu quack-grass in which they grow. Were I to ask him the name of that white spike of pea-like flowers hugging the fence, he would shake his head. A weed, likely. — Aldo Leopold

Get the paper quick, maybe it's there ... I read the paper with my eyes (that's not mistake: My eyes are like a pen now, or a calculator, something you hold in your hands, something you feel is not you- a tool). — Yevgeny Zamyatin