Pablo Milanes Quotes & Sayings

Art must always remain earnest ... Art must be serious, no sarcasm, comedy. One does not laugh at a loved one. — Arshile Gorky

We need to strive for more than normality because normality brings lack of fruitfulness, lack of growth, lack of increase and lack of success. — Euginia Herlihy

And at the start of every new day, I still believed I could choose my own beginning, one that was scrubbed clean of everything past — Nami Mun

I'd convinced myself it would have been different if he'd been as ugly on the outside as he was on the inside, but he wasn't. He was cruel beauty, a sculpture, a god, and I couldn't tear my eyes from him. I'd seen his expression soften in the dungeon with the whip. I'd do anything to have him look at me like that again, no matter how insane he was. — Kitty Thomas

In the midst of the lake Arthur was ware of an arm clothed in white samite, that held a fair sword in that hand. — Thomas Malory

My father, that silhouette, a form comprised of all I did not
know, a shape filled with rain. Whenever I asked, she'd say, 'You
had no father. I'm your father. You sprang full-blown from my
forehead, like Athena. — Janet Fitch

That would bring tears to the eyes of a rocking chair. — Bucky Harris

The white man knows many things," the other whispered back, "but he doesn't know how to tell a good lie. — Okey Ndibe

The people that always impress me are the ones that are curious about what they're going to do next. — Mitchell Hurwitz

The isolation must be their desire; I couldn't imagine any door that wouldn't be opened by that degree of beauty. — Stephenie Meyer

So let us persevere. Peace need not be impracticable, and war need not be inevitable. By defining our goal more clearly, by making it seem more manageable and less remote, we can help all peoples to see it, to draw hope from it, and to move irresistibly toward it. — John F. Kennedy

Soft and sweet, and burning like fire all at once, his lips clung to mine desperately. His large hand cupped the back of my head,pulling me even closer, and my arms wrapped around his neck holding him close. His kiss devoured me and left me aching for more. — Jamie Canosa

Practice? I mean, listen, we're talking about practice. Not a game. Not a game. Not a game. We're talking about practice. Not a game. Not the game. Not the game. We're talkin about practice, man. We're talkin about practice. We're taklin about practice, man. What are we talkin about? Practice. We're talkin about practice, man. — Allen Iverson

Some writers may never create a work. Their purpose is to help others create their first word. — Darnell Lamont Walker