Sherron Caldwell Quotes & Sayings

Faith begins precisely where thinking leaves off — Soren Kierkegaard

The arts reflect profoundly the most democratic credo, the belief in an individual vision or voice ... The arts' belief in potential gives each of us
both audience and creator
pride in our society's ability to nurture individuals. — Wendy Wasserstein

Myths hook and bind the mind because at the same time they set the mind free: they explain the universe while allowing the universe to go on being unexplained; and we seem to need this even now, in our twentieth-century grandeur. — Jeanette Winterson

I lay for hour thinking about London, my old bedroom and the Dad-shaped hole in my life. — Caroline Green

A hierarchy within the hierarchy — Victoria Aveyard

Why would a pretty thing like that marry a guard? — Sarah J. Maas

Self-realization is, in fact, the only religion. For it is the true purpose of religion, no matter how people define their beliefs. — Paramahansa Yogananda

In a time where everything's a flavor of the month, and it's hard to have any sort of longevity, I've been able to sell records still. I want to be the guy that stands out there and says thank you personally to everyone. And I try after my shows and kick it because I want to genuinely say thanks. — Aesop Rock

It might have been the real reason I went out there at all, to hear all the nice things guys had to say when they got you alone, when they earned their shot in a booth with you. — Drew Nellins Smith

See, I know how they do. White folks like to stay in those books. They carry and they keep and they dig in their books, like nothing matters that don't get written in some book somewhere. Like that's the only way they can know for sure what happened. They'll write down who they are and what they did. And their daddies and theirs too. Put it all in a book, then close it up and put it on the shelf. Just to know it's there so they can sleep at night. Like if they don't get written down somewhere and they shut their eyes for a minute, they might disappear. — Margaret Wrinkle

They chose the one nearest a gold-coloured cauldron that was emitting one of the most seductive scents Harry had ever inhaled: somehow it reminded him simultaneously of treacle tart, the woody smell of a broomstick handle and something flowery he thought he might have smelled at The Burrow. — J.K. Rowling

I would like to write my life story, but it seems to write itself. — T.D. Mulhern