Page 128 Quotes & Sayings

The mind is just like a muscle - the more you exercise it, the stronger it gets and the more it can expand. — Idowu Koyenikan

Nana ... how come being happy and making your dreams come true are two different things? Even now, I still don't know why ... — Ai Yazawa

Below us somewhere in the gelatinous phantasmagoria of churning blue, the whales wouldn't be much aware of the storm. — Diane Ackerman

You can have your secret as long as I have your heart[.] — Oscar Wilde

Red tape has killed more people than bullets... — Ben Bova

You see, when you're middle class, you have to live with the fact that history will ignore you. You have to live with the fact that history can never champion your causes and that history will never feel sorry for you. It is the price that is paid for day-to-day comfort and silence. And because of this price, all happinesses are sterile; all sadnesses go unpitied. — Douglas Coupland

We can't see even into the Oort cloud, so we don't actually know that it is there. Its existence is probable but entirely hypothetical.1 About — Bill Bryson

If you ask me, it's all that schooling. It takes the fun out of life, being cooped up like that day after day ... Books, now that's different. There's nothing like a book to keep you company of a long voyage. — Elizabeth George Speare

One can't be on the topmost rung of a ladder from before, it takes time to reach it, to climb it, one at a time. We struggle so that in this process of climbing we can learn, so that we can limit our impatience and grow stronger than we ever imagined to be.
We struggle so that once we learn, we can preach about it to others who consider this act of struggling, spiteful. — Chirag Tulsiani

Home is a refuge not only from the world, but a refuge from my worries, my troubles, my concerns. I like beautiful things around me. I like to be beautiful because it delights my eyes and my soul is lifted up. — Maya Angelou

A Signal"

Anarchists in 1921 Cuba



Cuban anarchists started to gain strength as early as 1921, when they handed out pamphlets and periodicals on the streets. In its ltimate form, anarchists seek freedom not only from government but also from any infringement of their ideologies, such as religion and capitalism. They believe that they should be able to do whatever they want to, as long as it does not interfere with others, although bomb throwing and shooting people in the streets certainly seemed acceptable to them. From Page 128 of "The Exciting Story of Cuba" Captain Hank Bracker — Hank Bracker

I hate people who collect things and classify things and give them names and then forget all about them. That's what people are always doing in art. They call a painter an impressionist or a cubist or something and then they put him in a drawer and don't see him as a living individual painter any more. — John Fowles

The library door was thick and none of the ordinary sounds that might have reminded them, might have held them back, could reach them. They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future, — Ian McEwan

Consider your honour, as a gentleman, of more weight than an oath. — Solon

Universality has been severely reduced: it is virtually dead as a concept in most areas of public policy. — Stephen Harper

It does not require many words to speak the truth. — Chief Joseph

He looked home-made, as though his wife had self-consciously knitted or somehow contrived a husband when she sat alone at night. — Eudora Welty

I'm not a girl to wear a lot of bright color, but including a touch of color can pull an outfit together. I'm from New York and wear a lot of black, and color is refreshing. — Jenna Ushkowitz

Miracles can happen, even to those who are small, flammable, and dressed all in black. — Lemony Snicket

Never in his life had Edward been cradled like a baby. Abilene had not done it. Nor had Nellie. And most certainly, Bull had not. It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love. Edward felt the whole of his china body flood with warmth. (page 128) — Kate DiCamillo