Rehwinkel Senior Quotes & Sayings

Never have a picture of a well-adjusted African on the cover of your book, or in it, unless that African has won the Nobel prize. — Binyavanga Wainaina

My kids are always awake. It's they're taking shifts. 'Alright, I'll annoy 'em from midnight to . Who wants to ?' — Jim Gaffigan

Any religion which uses the words such as hell, fire, curse, burning, amputating can never be a religion of love because a religion of love must only use the language of love, must only use only the sweet words of affection, not the words of darkness and torture! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

I never bore people I haven't known for at least a thousand years. — J.D. Salinger

Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. — Oliver Goldsmith

To get angry with oneself and reject oneself is not helpful and is not what the Buddha teaches. The best thing is not to say either "I'm all good" or "I'm worthless; I'm no good." The best thing is not to think about oneself, not talk about oneself, not dwell upon — Eknath Easwaran

I didn't know then that a person is never sure about a lot of things, no matter how much he wants to be. — Stephen King

My mother taught me everything I know; how to speak properly, posture, enunciation. — Jonathan Krohn

Fiction happens in the belly, it doesn't happen in the brain. — Isabel Allende

But Mr. Bennet was not of a disposition to seek comfort for the disappointment which his own imprudence had brought on in any of those pleasures which too often console the unfortunate for their folly or their vice. — Jane Austen

The best part of the Western tradition has included a recognition of and respect for the individual as a living entity. The function of the society is to cultivate the individual. It is not the function of the individual to to support society. — Joseph Campbell

People in my novels always have terrible problems. If they are not terrible, I make them more terrible. — Barbara Kingsolver

How people's faces turned slightly upward when they stared at the sea, as if they were straining to see a trace of God or were hearing the silent humming of the universe; she would notice how, at the beach, people's faces became soft and wistful, reminding her of the expressions on the faces of the sweet old dogs that roamed the streets of Bombay. As if they were all sniffing the salty air for transcendence, for something that would allow them to escape the familiar prisons of their own skin. — Thrity Umrigar