Oboyle Kitchen Island Quotes & Sayings

I have no equals, I have only my fellow wayfarers. — Colette

It seldom happens that any felicity comes so pure as not to be tempered and allayed by some mixture of sorrow. — Miguel De Cervantes

I'm not sure Kinsey has changed in these first twelve books. I think the reader learns more about her, but from Kinsey's perspective, only three years have passed while the rest of us have been getting older at a much faster clip. — Sue Grafton

We either base our 'confidence' on reason (evident probabilities, past experience, competence, etc) or we base our beliefs on faith, which is blind by definition. Faith is the most dishonest position it is possible to have, because it is an assertion of stoic conviction that is assumed without reason and defended against all reason. If you have to believe it on faith, you have no reason to believe it at all. — AronRa

We are overdone with banking institutions, which have banished the precious metals, and substituted a more fluctuating and unsafe medium ... These have withdrawn capital from useful improvements and employments to nourish idleness ... These are evils more easily to be deplored than remedied. — Thomas Jefferson

I get a kick out of it, but it would be stupid to let it go to my head. It's modeling I didn't find the cure for cancer. — Marisa Miller

What do you think that fish is?' Sam asked Astrid.
She peered closely at the alleged fish. 'I think that's an example of Pesce inedibilis,' she said.
'Yeah?' Sam made a face. 'Do you think it's okay to eat?'
Astrid sighed theatrically. 'Pesce inedibilis? Inedible? Joke, duh. Try to keep up, Sam, I made that really easy for you.'
Sam smiled. 'You know, a real genius would have known I wouldn't get it. Ergo, you are not a real genius. Hah. That's right. I threw down an 'ergo.'
She gave him a pitying look. 'That's very impressive, Sam. Especially from a boy who has twenty-two different uses for the word 'dude. — Michael Grant

A mirror hung between the shelves.
Clara stepped in front of it and let her fingers run over the silver roses that covered the frame. She had never seen anything so beautiful. The glass they surrounded was dark, as if the night had spilled onto it. It was misted up, and right where she saw the reflection of her face was the imprint of a hand. — Cornelia Funke