Sembello Michael Quotes & Sayings

When fate hands us a lemon, let's try to make lemonade. — Andrew Carnegie

All compounded things are subject to decay. Strive with diligence! — Gautama Buddha

The only real people are the people who never existed, and if a novelist is base enough to go to life for his personages he should at least pretend that they are creations, and not boast of them as copies. — Oscar Wilde

With the 'Watchmen' comic, we attempted to tell it in an accessible way. I deliberately made the artwork very clear, deceptively so. You think you're sucking on a sweetie, but it turns out to be a sugar-coated chili. — Dave Gibbons

Ophelia was bonkers, right? And Juliet was what, a sixth-grader? — Rainbow Rowell

Defend the Bible? I'd sooner defend a lion. You don't defend the Bible; you open its cage and let it roar. — Charles Spurgeon

When we hear jokes against women, and we are asked why we don't laugh at them, the answer is easy, simple, and short. Of course we're not laughing ... Nobody laughs at the sight of their own blood. — Naomi Weisstein

There is a remarkable picture called 'Contemplation.' It shows a forest in winter and on a roadway through the forest, in absolute solitude, stands a peasant in a torn kaftan and bark shoes. he stands, as it were, lost in thought. Yet he is not thinking: he is "contemplating." If anyone touched him he would start and look bewildered. It's true he would come to himself immediately; but if he were asked what he had been thinking about, he would remember nothing. Yet probably he has hidden within himself, the impression which dominated him during that period of contemplation. Those impressions are dear to him and he probably hoards them imperceptibly, and even unconsciously. How and why, of course, he does not know. He may suddenly, after hoarding impressions for many years, abandon everything and go off to Jerusalem on a pilgrimage. Or he may suddenly set fire to his native village. Or he may do both. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Her smile was like a swift light passing across a darkened room.
("Hair") — Joan Aiken

A professor was telling students about his colleagues class. Students in the other class had taken to tossing erasers at the clock. Each precise hit caused it to jump ahead one minute. Before class one morning they succeeded in advancing the clock by ten minutes. Since the new time indicated that the professor was beyond the accepted starting time, the class left. The professor never said a word about the incident. However, he presented the class with a killer of a final exam. As the students labored to finish in the allotted time, the professor amused himself by tossing erasers at the clock. — Vicki Davis

The Second Temple was destroyed because of causeless hatred. Perhaps the Third will be rebuilt because of causeless love. — Abraham Isaac Kook

I've never met an artist whose spirit didn't want to fly. — Gary Holland