Serviceably Quotes & Sayings

Traits don't change, states of mind do. — Elizabeth Strout

You don't win by running one game. — Leigh Bardugo

In bloody days, swords were worth more than gods. — Joe Abercrombie

Education is the great equalizer of our time. It gives hope to the hopeless and creates chances for those without ... — Kofi Annan

At this moment, life is trying to love you and give to you in a million wonderful ways. When you say Yes, you allow love to flow, which is the greatest gift you can give yourself and the universe ... What do you want that you could be more open to receiving? — Alan Cohen

I gave him the name Wiki, because his brain seems to contain as much knowledge as Wikipedia, whereas my revision notes disappear from my memory as fast as a Snapchat. — Zoe Sugg

Creating mechanisms for ending deforestation and promoting regeneration of the environment is one of the most effective ways of achieving net-zero emissions. — Guilherme Leal

Many of the Latter-day Saints have surrendered their independence; they have surrendered their free thought, politically, and we have got to get back to where we are not surrendering the right. We must stay with the right and if we do so God will bless us. — Heber J. Grant

A just society is that society in which ascending sense of reverence and descending sense of contempt is dissolved into the creation of a compassionate society — B.R. Ambedkar

It is a matter of immense pride that never in history has there been a complaint against the Indian community from any society in the World. These values aren't small! — Narendra Modi

Production does not consist in things laboriously made, but in things serviceably consumable; and the question for the nation is not how much labour it employs, but how much life it produces. — John Ruskin

Roppongi is an interzone, the land of gaijin bars, always up late. I'm waiting at a pedestrian crossing when I see her. She's probably Australian, young and quite serviceably beautiful. She wears very expensive, very sheer black undergarments, and little else, save for some black outer layer - equally sheer, skintight, and micro-short - and some gold and diamonds to give potential clients the right idea. She steps past me, into four lanes of traffic, conversing on her phone in urgent Japanese. Traffic halts obediently for this triumphantly jaywalking gaijin in her black suede spikes. I watch her make the opposite curb, the brain-cancer deflector on her slender little phone swaying in counterpoint to her hips. When the light changes, I cross, and watch her high-five a bouncer who looks like Oddjob in a Paul Smith suit, his skinny lip beard razored with micrometer precision. There's a flash of white as their palms meet. Folded paper. Junkie origami. — William Gibson