Seafarers Doubloons Quotes & Sayings

The children's happy cries rise and fall in the evening light as imperfect and irrevocable as the past, and he stands in the yard of his father's house, waiting, poised motionless on the frontier of the future, until it is too dark to see. — Gregorio C. Brillantes

Don't worry. As long as I hold on to today's emotion, I will be fine. The world is this beautiful. There's no need to hesitate, isn't it? — Tooru Hayama

It's about mental toughness. Mental toughness is everything. — Jon Gordon

I submit that the real reason we criticized and disliked Lynch's Laura's muddy bothness is that it required of us an empathetic confrontation with the exact same muddy bothness in ourselves and our intimates that makes the real world of moral selves so tense and uncomfortable, a bothness we go to the movies to get a couple hours' fucking relief from. — David Foster Wallace

I've always wanted to do charity stuff. I'm such a nurturer and love taking care of people. — Paige Butcher

To have someone like Clint Eastwood come along and shoot your first draft as written is just any screenwriter's dream. And Clint is very straightforward. If it's good enough to get his attention, it's good enough to produce. — J. Michael Straczynski

I think I'm an American writer writing about Latin America, and I'm a Latin American writer who happens to write in English. — Daniel Alarcon

War ... a reversal of the rules where a man is permitted to kill all the humans he can. — John Steinbeck

I'm bringing back the skinny tie but wearing it tied around my balls. — Dane Cook

Political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind. — George Orwell

Is it not time to cry that the blind shall see, the deaf hear, the lame walk? But that which fanaticism formerly promised to its elect, science now accomplishes for all men. — Gustave Flaubert

I was coming up on a cross street when a man wearing a filthy suit stepped out from around the corner of the building ahead and directly into my path. Bent with age, he turned bleak red eyes to me and stared. Pressed with his chest to both hands he carried a paperback book as soiled and bereft as his suit. Are you one of the real ones or not? he demanded. And after a moment, when I failed to answer, he walked on, resuming his sotto voce conversation.
A chill passed through me. Somehow, indefinably, I felt, felt with the kind of baffled, tacit understanding that we have in dreams , that I had just glimpsed one possible future self. — James Sallis

Corn is a greedy crop, as farmers will tell you. — Michael Pollan