Said Women Robes Quotes & Sayings

A misunderstanding?" Elizabeth echoed. "With an anvil?"
"Oh, stop," Harriet admonished her. "I think he looks very dashing."
"As if he dashed into an anvil. — Julia Quinn

No deliberative body is manifestly less qualified to make decisions about public education than our state Legislature. With a few shining exceptions, most of these clowns don't read, can't write, and clearly can't add. — Carl Hiaasen

Exactly as we might ask God, and do ask God, to change our fate. The difference is that in the story the writer actually replies and in the end even changes his mind. — Daniel Kehlmann

Time doesn't heal all wounds, handy lie though it may be. Time forces acceptance of what cannot be changed. — E.R. Pierce

We cleave to the past too much in Germany. All of our German art is too bogged down in the conventional ... I think more highly of a free person who consciously puts convention aside. — Paula Modersohn-Becker

The Clinton doctrine was encapsulated in the slogan "multilateral when we can, unilateral when we must." In congressional testimony, the phrase "when we must" was explained more fully: the United States is entitled to resort to the "unilateral use of military power" to ensure "uninhibited access to key markets, energy supplies, and strategic resources. — Noam Chomsky

It's the only way anything will change. Because we are both mother and child, cause and effect, villain and victim — Jason Najum

We must make our lives as we sew, stitch by stitch. — Marceline Desbordes-Valmore

It was muskets that won the Revolution. And don't forget it was axes, and plows that made this country.- Father Wilder — Laura Ingalls Wilder

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose. — Melissa Bank

Nothing we use or hear or touch can be expressed in words that equal what is given by the senses. — Hannah Arendt

Many writers do little else but sit in small rooms recalling the real world. — Annie Dillard

He changed his final wad up at the train station. Which was a sad place now. There were homeless people and disturbed people hanging around. There were furtive men with swivel eyes, their hands thrust deep in capacious pockets. There was spray-can graffiti on the walls. Nothing compared to the South Bronx or inner-city Detroit or South-Central LA. But unusual for Germany. Reunification had been a strain. Economically, and socially. And mentally. He had watched it. Like living a comfortable life in a nice little house with your family. And then a whole bunch of relatives moves in. From someplace where they don't really know how to use a knife and fork. Ignorant and stunted people. But German like you. As if a brother had been taken away at birth and locked in a closet. Then in his mid-forties he comes stumbling out again, pale and hunched and blinking. A tough situation to manage. He — Lee Child