Pictographic Memory Quotes & Sayings

A book, like a person, has its fortunes with one; is lucky or unlucky in the precise moment of its falling in our way, and often by some happy accident counts with us for something more than its independent value. — Walter Pater

I was attracted to Robert's work because his visual vocabulary was akin to my poetic one, even if we seemed to be moving toward different destinations. Robert always would tell me, "Nothing is finished until you see it. — Patti Smith

Sunday is a day of rest. Loafing is not rest. — Robert Baden-Powell

I especially wish to praise and encourage young mothers. The work of a mother is hard, too often unheralded work ... Do the best you can through these years, but whatever else you do, cherish that role that is so uniquely yours and for which heaven itself sends angels to watch over you and your little ones. — Jeffrey R. Holland

Yeah! I went to the set of Monuments Men. — Don Cheadle

You always had an eye for the fellow with a decent helping of sausage and hard-boiled eggs. — Gregory Maguire

The joy of life is to put out one's power in some natural and useful or harmless way. There is no other. And the real misery is not to do this. — Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

The richest of all lords is Use,
And ruddy Health the loftiest Muse.
Live in the sunshine, swim the sea,
Drink the wild air's salubrity. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Focus on miracles brings selfishness. — Sunday Adelaja

Yvette is a woman who looks like a church bell. Her copper body curves with purpose, angles on a chair as if from a tower overlooking a village by the sea. Her bones are strong everywhere, in her cheeks, her shoulders, her hands. They are made from something more durable like iron or brass. When she smiles, it is as if a bell has been struck, as if music has entered the world the way God intended: at noon by the sea. — Daisy Hernandez

And she saw beauty even in the tiny sparkles of dust suspended in the air, high above. — Rocio Sanchez

The bayou came out in her voice more than it ever had before, and it sounded like an invitation to spend the night floating down a lazy canal together under the starlit night. — Christine Feehan