Popenoe Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

My friends come from many species. — Anthony D. Williams

Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence ... someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never. — Franz Kafka

We have said that Athos loved d'Artagnan like a child, and this somber and inflexible personage felt the anxiety of a parent for the young man. — Alexandre Dumas

It is only when one knows the unutterability of the name of God that one can utter the name of Jesus Christ; it is only when one loves life and the earth so much that without them everything seems to be over that one may believe in the resurrection and a new world; it is only when one submits to God's law that one may speak of grace; and it is only when God's wrath and vengeance are hanging as grim realities over the heads of one's enemies that something of what it means to love and forgive them can touch our hearts. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer

When they ran up to him, Percy said, 'Hey,' like they were just meeting for lunch or something.
'You're alive!' Frank marveled.
Percy frowned. 'The fall? That was nothing. I fell twice that far from the St. Louis Arch.'
'You did what?' Hazel asked. — Rick Riordan

I'm one of those people who was taught not to ruffle any feathers. Of course, I have no problem ruffling feathers. — Anne Heche

He created a craving. And that craving, it turns out, is what makes cues and rewards work. That craving is what powers the habit loop. — Charles Duhigg

She'll outlive the last cockroach — Sue Monk Kidd

I'm not in a certain type of genre, and I can't be categorized or pigeonholed. That leaves a wide range of what I can do for myself, for other people, and with other people. — Shamir

Courage is not simply one of the virtues but the form of every virtue at the testing point, which means at the point of highest reality. — C.S. Lewis

It's the fear of the unknown that we're both wrapped up in. — Colleen Hoover

No one knows what it is that he can do until he tries. — Publilius Syrus

Having in our childhood felt primal awe for the spectacle of the holiday, we are told to age into feeling sullen and resentful. You are supposed to proclaim Santa dead like preadolescent Nietzsches and decry the whole month as an orgy of crass commercialism. — Thomm Quackenbush