Renee Fleming The Inner Voice Quotes & Sayings

I don't have any intention of resigning. — Eric Holder

Everyone wants a prodigy to fail; it makes our mediocrity more bearable. — Harold Bloom

As the sea-crab swimmeth always against the stream, so doth wit always against wisdom. — Pythagoras

Declaring war on Skaal increased patriotism among the people, made them forget about all their other problems, killed off some of the excess population, often resulted in the acquisition of some valuable booty, and - most importantly - relieved Boric's crushing boredom. It was too bad about the killing, of course, but most of the peasants were probably going to die of plague or starvation anyway. — Robert Kroese

When we can let go of what other people think and own our story, we gain access to our worthiness - the feeling that we are enough just as we are and that we are worthy of love and belonging. When we spend a lifetime trying to distance ourselves from the parts of our lives that don't fit with who we think we're supposed to be, we stand outside of our story and hustle for our worthiness by constantly performing, perfecting, pleasing, and proving. Our sense of worthiness - that critically important piece that gives us access to love and belonging - lives inside of our story. — Brene Brown

Disapproving and boycotting is the Quranic thing to do, whereas violence and threats are not. — Mustafa Akyol

You can walk in the Light or you can grope around in the dark because there is no walking with Jesus by candle light".

~ R. Alan Woods [2012] — R. Alan Woods

So I submit to my colleagues here today that hydrogen is not as far away as we think it is. — Bob Inglis

Patricia Smith is one of the best poets around and has been for a long time. Her Blood Dazzler is full of capacious soul and formal inventiveness: the compassion and artfulness necessary to capture the tragedies and Tragedy of Katrina. Smith is herself a storm of beautiful, frightening talent. Her words will wash you or wash you away. I consider this new book a major literary event. — Terrance Hayes

Possibly the gods exist, and possibly they do not. So why not believe in them in any case? If it's all true you'll go to a lovely place when you die, and if it isn't then you've lost nothing, right? When he died he woke up in a circle — Terry Pratchett

Jon Stone spoke thirteen languages and was fluent in six, French being one. He spoke it so well the girls thought he was a native Parisian pretending to be an American. This ability to blend with the natives was a valuable tool when Jon plied his trade. Jon eased from the bed. Floor-to-ceiling sliding glass doors lined the back of his house, ten-foot-tall, custom-designed monsters so Jon could Zen on the view. Golden lights glittered to the horizon, ruby flashes marked ghetto-bird prowlers, jets descending toward LAX were strung like pearls across a tuxedo black sky. The doors were heavy as trucks, but silent as silk when they slid open. Jon stepped out and went to the pool. Pike was a silhouette cutout, backlit by the city as Jon swaggered close. "What — Robert Crais

Your ability?' Jay leaned closer, whispering. 'I think everyone here can do something cool, you know? Like run super fast. Or see people naked!' He nodded. 'I want that one. — Nathan M. Farrugia