Pilfers Lakewood Quotes & Sayings

He will never have true friends who is afraid of making enemies. — William Hazlitt

there's always light in the darkness. — Pepper Winters

At some level you remain an orphan for life; looking after children is one way of looking after yourself. — Ian McEwan

Let every man be true and every god a liar. — Samuel Butler

I believe the novella is the perfect form of prose fiction. It is the beautiful daughter of a rambling, bloated ill-shaven giant (but a giant who's a genius on his best days). — Ian McEwan

Ironically, my paintings don't photograph well. — Damian Loeb

There's always a story that people are telling about themselves, and sometimes you can get them to tell it ever so slightly differently. — Caleb Crain

Recognition that most of what is generally considered the truth is entirely relative. Subject and object are not as distinct as most people think. If the boundary separating the two isn't clear-cut to begin with, it is not such a difficult task to intentionally shift back and forth from one to the other. — Haruki Murakami

A patient doesn't select his physical ailments. They happen to him. You could just as well ask when you are eaten by a crocodile, 'How did you select that crocodile?'. Nonsense. He has selected you. The patient doesn't even select the symptoms unconsciously. That is an extraordinary exaggeration of the subject to say he was choosing such things. They get him. — Carl Jung

In a way, my paintings are like my children. They have many possibilities in life. You tell them, 'I believe that you're good and I trust that wherever you are and whatever you do, you will do it right. — Norbert Bisky

The eyes of the young are drawn to the stars, and the spirit of youth is seldom earth-bound. — Radclyffe Hall

Many errors, of a truth, consist merely in the application of the wrong names of things. For if a man says that the lines which are drawn from the centre of the circle to the circumference are not equal, he understands by the circle, at all events for the time, something else than mathematicians understand by it. — Baruch Spinoza

The only antidote to the loneliness of the streets was the streets themselves. — Orhan Pamuk

When does a bush that burns become a Burning Bush? — Louise Penny