Quiltingsupport Quotes & Sayings

We owe most of our great inventions and most of the achievements of genius to idleness either enforced or voluntary. — Agatha Christie

I can't stand callow amateurs who aren't sufficiently interested in the craft of advertising to assume the posture of students. — David Ogilvy

Even Stalin proclaimed his love for democracy. We do not learn about the nature of systems of power by listening to their rhetoric. — Noam Chomsky

Salvation is the work of God planned in eternity, communicated by the prophets in the Old Testament and fulfilled in Christ; all of which the apostles bear witness to and the angels long to look into these things. — Jonah Books

I had written for Jimmy Kimmel and Sarah Silverman in the past. Jimmy had a different voice, and different priorities. He couldn't be the bad guy in the joke; he couldn't upset people, really. — Anthony Jeselnik

Honestly some folk will take offence at anything, I met a bloke with no legs this morning while at the bus stop, all I asked was "How are you getting on?" — Billy Connolly

No one can bar the road to truth, and to advance its cause I am prepared to accept even death. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

But what answer? Well that the soul - for she was conscious of a movement in her of some creature beating its way about her and trying to escape which momentarily she called the soul - is by nature unmated, a widow bird; a bird perched aloof on that tree.
But then Bertram, putting his arm through hers in his familiar way, for he had known her all her life, remarked that they were not doing their duty and must go in.
At that moment, in some back street or public house, the usual terrible sexless, inarticulate voice rang out; a shriek, a cry. And the widow bird, startled, flew away, describing wider and wider circles until it became (what she called her soul) remote as a crow which has been startled up into the air by a stone thrown at it. — Virginia Woolf

No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. — John Keats