Querville Pier Quotes & Sayings

The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. — Robertson Davies

When I moved to New York, the reputation just followed me, and I am regularly invited to play in home games, by writers in particular, though finance folk also invite me on occasion. — Katy Lederer

Coming back to life' is perhaps the toughest battle we keep fighting forever. U never know when will ur life throw u down from Zenith to Nadir and then the journey restarts again... — Reetwika Banerjee

I am running for President of the United States to enable the Goddess of Peace to encircle within her arms all the children of this country and all the children of the world. — Dennis Kucinich

There was something about succeeding at what you tried, especially when people needed your talent. Okay, so that talent happened to be illegal breaking and entering, but hey, there wasn't much I was good at, so success felt good nonetheless. — Kalayna Price

You are the makers of your own fortunes. You make yourselves suffer, you make good and evil, and it is you who put your hands before your eyes and say it is dark. Take your hands away and see the light. — Swami Vivekananda

The poet's first job of work is to put bread on the table. — Yvor Winters

We are the choice elected few
Let all the rest be damned
There is room enough in hell for you
We won't have heaven crammed! — Roland H. Bainton

If she had spurned gifts from fate or God or some other earnest substitute, she would never feel it in that way. She felt like someone of whom she was fond, an old and future friend of herself, still unspent and up ahead somewhere, like a light that moves. — Lorrie Moore

Freedom cannot be given ... It can only be taken away. — David Allan Coe

We all fall in love with the idea of a person, and then as time goes on we either accommodate ourselves to the real person or we don't. — Liza Johnson

The legacy of the past is the foundation of the present. — Discovery Channel

A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies, chatter. This he had preserved. Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death. — Virginia Woolf