Questiond Quotes & Sayings

Strategy is empty without change, empty without passion, and empty without people willing to confront the void. — Seth Godin

I've always dreamed of having an album. The problem is that it's just very difficult to make an album nowadays because through technology, music shifts so fast, especially electronic music. Once you make five songs, the first one you did is already old and you wished you would have put it out right away. So that's kind of the difficult part. — Zedd

Writing is not 'lonely work' but "alone work'; authors are known to be reclusive and like spending time with themselves. — Brie Edison

When the problems in Northern Ireland started, it was not a question of Protestantism or Catholicism, because the Catholic church was the only church at that time-it was a nationalist conflict. — Harri Holkeri

I feel often that we don't have the right language to talk about emotions in disasters. Everyone is on edge, of course, but it also pulls people away from a lot of trivial anxieties and past and future concerns and gratuitous preoccupations that we have, and refocuses us in a very intense way. — Rebecca Solnit

There is no single entity whose identity is changeless. All things are constantly changing. Nothing endures forever or contains a changeless element called a self. — Thich Nhat Hanh

The kind of cry a woman gave when a man conquered her and she realized she loved it. — Tessa Bailey

We have more indolence in the mind than in the body. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

I work for a Government I despise for ends I think criminal. — John Maynard Keynes

STUFF POETS STILL LIKE: POETRY — Amy King

Hope is an earnest expectation. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Whether he is aware of it or not, every human being dwells in tradition and history. Human memory is this constant dwelling in tradition. It constitutes that fundamental human characteristic of historicity. — Medard Boss

He pressed the blade of his sword into the ground. As he pulled his arm over his head for a stretch, a bead of sweat trickled down his neck and over a row of muscles on his stomach. I swallowed hard. The window's edge dug into my skin but I refused to move an inch. The tiny droplet disappeared into the waistband of his shorts. I had seen plenty of guys in gym class with their shirts off, but none of them looked like...that. He was physical perfection - a living work of art.

I sat on my knees with my chin relaxed on my crossed arms, unable to look away.

"Enjoying the view?" he said, eyes suddenly on me. His chiseled face wore an overly confident grin. Clearly he was used to being admired.

My cheeks burned.

I stood, pretending to check out the scenery. "Not much to see."

He raised an eyebrow, letting me know he knew I was full of crap. — Stacey O'Neale