Protingi Zodziai Quotes & Sayings

I sing of those who cannot. To view human suffering as an abstraction, as a statement about how plucky we all are, is to blow air through brass while the boys and girls march in parade off to war. Seeing the flesh as only a challenge to the spirit is as false as seeing the spirit as only a challenge to the flesh. On the planet are people with whole and strong bodies, whose wounded spirits need the constant help that the quadriplegic needs for his body. What we need is not the sound of horns rising to the sky, but the steady beat of the bass drum. When you march to a bass drum, your left foot touches the earth with each beat, and you can feel the drum in your body: boom and boom and boom and pity people pity people pity people. — Andre Dubus

all authentic prayer is a scraping of the heart whereby the dregs of the soul are offered up to God. — Richard J. Foster

I have enough muscle already. Now I want to use it in more efficient ways. — Angela Ruggiero

Having sex with friends seems like a very good idea until suddenly it doesn't. — Marshall Thornton

Everyone is entitled to an opinion, but it doesn't mean that they are right and you should listen to them. — Innocent Mwatsikesimbe

I am waiting for them to prove that God is really American. — Lawrence Ferlinghetti

What are you eating for breakfast? Go get yourself a big bowl of nos! You will be shocked at how big and strong you will grow. — Robert D. Smith

Don't you know the man whose life you spare will always hate you? — Lian Hearn

Do you know how alone I've always felt? — Alice Sebold

Oh here's a nice one, he brown recluse spider. This once resides in wooded areas. In other words, next to my head while I'm sleeping. ' In a small number of cases, a bite from a brown recluse can produce organ damage with occasional fatalities.' "
"That's the worst-case scenario. how can it be? It's called a 'recluse'"
"It's been my experience that all recluses have a mean streak. — Yvonne Prinz

A few years ago, Cindy joined one of those dreadful reading groups, where unhappy, repressed middle class lesbians talk for five minutes about some novel they don't understand and then spend the rest of the evening moaning about how dreadful men are. — Nick Hornby

Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Art thou, to break into this woman's mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own! — William Shakespeare

I talk out the lines as I write them. — Tennessee Williams