North American Review 1902 Quotes & Sayings

Whatever hour God has blessed you with, take it with a grateful hand. — Horace

Girls who wouldn't take risks both loved and hated girls who did. Bridget — Ann Brashares

Emperors, kings, artisians, peasens, big people
at the bottom we are all alike and all the same; all just alike on the inside, and when our clothes are off, nobody can tell which of us is which. — Mark Twain

Destroy yourself, if you don't know! — Frank O'Hara

I'm completely aware of the fact that I'm a control freak. — Paul Thomas Anderson

We are design to be great so be great in all that you do! — Kimberly M. Redding

There is always something to chuckle about. Sometimes we see it. Sometimes ... we don't. Still, the world is filled with humor. It is there when we are happy and it is there to cheer us up when we are not. — Allen Klein

We are all human magnets. Our deeds, attitudes and thoughts attract in kind. Gets back with interest exactly what he sends. — Sterling W. Sill

Sorrow has a voice. It is the cold scream of silence turned inward. — Terry Tempest Williams

We are the world. We are the people and we deserve better not because we're worth it but because no worth can be put on the incalculable, on the infinite, on life. — Nick Mancuso

He's an egotistical dickhead who's going to chew you up and spit you out; and you have a really awful history of falling for assholes that you ought to run screaming from; and I don't feel like sitting around listening to you try to convince yourself you don't still feel something for Campbell Alexander when, in fact, you've spent the past fifteen years trying to fill in the hole he made inside you. — Jodi Picoult

My musical influence is really from my father. He was a DJ in college. My parents met at New York University. So he listened to, you know, Motown, and he listened to Bob Dylan. He listened to Grateful Dead and Rolling Stones, but he also listened to reggae music. And he collected vinyl. — Talib Kweli

One goes on writing partly because it is the only available way of earning a living. It is a hard way and highly competitive. My heart drops into my bowels when I enter a bookshop and see how fierce the competition is ... There is also a privier reason for pushing on, and that is the hopeless hope that someday that intractable enemy language will yield to the struggle to control it ... Mastery never comes, and one serves a lifelong apprenticeship. The writer cannot retire from the battle; he dies fighting. — Anthony Burgess