Rossouw Artists Quotes & Sayings

You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true. — Pablo Neruda

The best way to lighten your mood is to lift the weight of the world off of your shoulders. — Rob Liano

I am in the prime of senility. — Benjamin Franklin

We always make the mistake, the fatal mistake in the case of military people, of imagining that each war will be a kind of version of the one that happened previously. — Stephen Fry

The common error of ordinary religious practice is to mistake the symbol for the reality, to look at the finger pointing the way and then to suck it for comfort rather than follow it. — Alan W. Watts

I allowed artists to play for as long as they felt they could justifiably continue to create. — Norman Granz

What money creates, money preserves: if thy wealth decays, thy honor dies; it is but a slippery happiness which fortunes can give, and frowns can take; and not worth the owning which a night's fire can melt, or a rough sea can drown. — Francis Quarles

We are a consumer company and our success is directly linked to our users trusting us. Therefore we have the same incentive as the user: they want to see relevant advertising so their experience of Google is positive and we want to deliver it. — Susan Wojcicki

I think that's one of the greatest gifts you get if you're successful at something like music or film or photography - any of the arts - you can sit there and think. It's so much fun to sit there and think and wonder about the world and the universe. — Albert Hammond Jr.

Let us understand, once for all, that the ethical progress of society depends, not on imitating the cosmic process, still less in running away from it, but in combating it. — Thomas Henry Huxley

But she always sweetly and tenderly called him Mungo for it was Mungo and his words of truth that had finally set her free. — Anthony Jay Cleveland

Forgetting himself for a moment, Francis brought his hand out from under his frock in order to bless the multitude. When the people saw his wound they bellowed madly. The women dashed forward with mantles outstretched to catch the drops; the men thrust in their hands and anointed their faces with blood. The villagers' expressions grew savage, and so did their souls. They longed to be able to tear the Saint limb from limb in order for each of them to claim a mouthful of his flesh, for they wanted to make him their own, to have him enter them so that they could become one with a saint - could be sanctified. Blind rage had overpowered them; their eyes were leaden, their lips ringed with froth. — Nikos Kazantzakis

Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers. — Tove Jansson

I have also learnt sympathy with suffering. To me, suffering seems now a sacramental thing, that makes those whom it touches holy. — Oscar Wilde