Refugee Alan Gratz Quotes & Sayings

Art is expression, and to have high expression you must have something high to express. — Goldwin Smith

When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen. — Edith Sitwell

Oakmont is probably the premier - Oakmont and Augusta National are probably the top two set of greens in the country. — Jack Nicklaus

Why is it that, in creative writing courses today, the very first thing we teach students is write what you know? Perhaps that's not the right way to start at all. Imaginative literature is not necessarily about writing who we are or what we know or what our identity is about. We should teach young people and ourselves to expand our hearts and write what we can feel. We should get out of our cultural ghetto and go visit the next one and the next. — Elif Shafak

He no longer saw distance in terms of miles. He measured it with his remembering — Rachel Joyce

To me and the rest of the world your poetry is a gift. — Delano Johnson

I did not want to spend the rest of my life not being able to ride in a nice car. — Shakira

Freedom is not our gift to the world it is God's gift to humanity. — George W. Bush

You might not believe it, but there are times when I feel the TV and radio shows demand more of me than those Sunday afternoon games. — Boomer Esiason

In order to be rated as good as a good man in the field of her earnings, she must show herself better than he. She must be more steady, or more trustworthy, or more skilled, or more cheap in order to have the same chance of employment. — Florence Kelley

Patience and foresight are the two most important qualities in business — Henry Ford

Sleeping under the moon and stars in the arms of a naked lover, the two of you cradled by furs and soft leaves, lulled by the gentle murmur of the chestnut trees and the far-off rumble of a waterfall, is terribly romantic. Sleeping under a crude lean-to, squashed into a soggy mass between a large, wet husband and an equally large, equally wet nephew, listening to rain thrump on the branches overhead while fending off the advances of a immense and thoroughly saturated dog, is slightly less so. — Diana Gabaldon

Everywhere they touched, my skin responded. It sent signals to the receiver, to the synth, to the amp, and the sounds were broadcast over the PA. I'd set it to translate this first song into a single key, so the notes built into chords, then broke apart. I had ways to distort, to sustain, to make a note tremble as if it were bowed. It was me: I was playing me; they were playing me. I was the instrument, the conduit, the transmutation of loss into elegy, song into prayer, my own prayers into notes, notes into song. Body and music, fingers and hands, they drew me out. — Jason Heller

True wisdom, laboring to expound, heareth others readily;
False wisdom, sturdy to deny, closeth up her mind to argument. — Martin Farquhar Tupper