Reversible Ischemia Quotes & Sayings

You know, Mr. Rafferdy, a picture is very nice to look at ... yet in the end, it is far better to see a place for yourself, don't you think? For no matter how well a picture is painted or a scene is described, you can't really know what something is truly like, not unless you go there yourself. — Galen Beckett

They dismissed me as a peasant, I dismissed them as shallow, and we were all happy like that. — Ilona Andrews

When you look at where the Democratic field is going relative to foreign policy, they are increasingly moving away from a policy of pre-emptive self-defense that the president has adopted since September 11. — Ed Gillespie

All the beasts from sloth to pigmy shrew, arrayed silently in ordered cavalcade as if waiting admission to the Ark. — M T Anderson

Every great idea, invention and even mankind's footsteps on the moon ... started as a dream first. — Timothy Pina

Break from self rejection, try some introspection. — Henry Rollins

There is much to be learned from the world around us - far more than we normally comprehend. The Ancient Ones knew this well - most particularly the wise teachers among them - those who, in the Navajo tongue, were called "Anasazi. — Anasazi Foundation

The real wants of nature are the measure of enjoyments, as the foot is the measure of the shoe. We can call only the want of what is necessary poverty. — Pope Clement I

I don't think being angry is useful or healthy, and usually when I get angry, my brain just goes right out the window. Boom, as soon as the adrenaline hits, instant stupid. Just add water and mix. — David Crosby

I've always considered them ideas, forever recorded." Malone motioned to one of the paperbacks. "Malory wrote King Arthur in the late part of the 15th century. So you're reading his thoughts from five hundred years ago. We'll never know Malory, but we know his imagination. — Steve Berry

And how will you know when you've found this elusive someone?" Shahrzad retorted.
"I suspect she will be like air. Like knowing how to breathe." He regarded her with the stillness of a hawk as he said these words, and Shahrzad's throat went dry.
"Poetry," she whispered. "Not reality. — Renee Ahdieh

I have a very well organized closet. — Greg Kinnear