Orioles Auto Quotes & Sayings

Heaven and earth
begin in the unnamed:
name's the mother
of the ten thousand things. — Ursula K. Le Guin

The question of world peace, the question of family peace, the question of peace between wife and husband, or peace between parents and children, everything is dependent on that feeling of love and warmheartedness. — Dalai Lama

Whether it's on top of a phone booth or a $200 million soundstage, it's about stories. — Peter Gallagher

My effort should never be to undermine another's faith but to make him a better follower of his own faith. — Mahatma Gandhi

A lot of people stop short. They don't actually die but they say, 'Right I'm old, and I'm going to retire,' and then they dwindle into nothing. They go off to Florida and become jolly boring. — Mary Wesley

My gift to you will be to take away your freedom of choice for a while. Freedom can be very unhealthy and unproductive. Instead, you'll have freedom from choice. — Amanda Filipacchi

No one else seems as real as he does. — Gabrielle Zevin

I've read dozens of interviews and accounts that basically come down to How Poets Do It and the truth is they're all do-lally and they're all different. There's Gerard Manly Hopkins in his black Jesuit clothes lying face down on the ground to look at an individual bluebell, Robert Frost who never used a desk, was once caught short by a poem coming and wrote it on the sole of his shoe, T.S. Eliot in his I'm-not-a-Poet suit with his solid sensible available-for-poetry three hours a day, Ted Hughes folded into his tiny cubicle at the top of the stairs where there is no window, no sight or smell of earth or animal but the rain clatter on the roof bows him to the page, Pablo Neruda who grandly declared poetry should only ever be handwritten, and then added his own little bit of bonkers by saying: in green ink. Poets are their own nation. Most of them know. — Niall Williams

Where your will is ready, your feet are light. — George Herbert

How can you expect a man who's warm to understand a man who's cold? — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Words themselves are the intimate attire of thoughts and feelings. — Karen Elizabeth Gordon