Shewmaker Shewmaker Quotes & Sayings

I nodded sagely. "If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure." Masur looked at me quizzically. "Dan Quayle said that," I added. Whether he actually did or not, I liked the quote. — Joseph Finder

Music makes me forget myself, my real position; it transports me to some other position not my own. Under the influence of music it seems to me that I feel what I do not really feel, that I understand what I do not understand, that I can do what I cannot do. I explain it by the fact that music acts like yawning, like laughter: I am not sleepy, but I yawn when I see someone yawning; there is nothing for me to laugh at, but I laugh when I hear people laughing.
Music carries me immediately and directly into the mental condition in which the man was who composed it. My soul merges with his and together with him I pass from one condition into another, but why this happens I don't know. — Leo Tolstoy

You can always substantially change how intelligent you are. — Carol S. Dweck

If we define Futurism as an exploration beyond accepted limits, then the nature of limiting systems becomes the first object of exploration. — Frank Herbert

I looked at her from the corner of my eye. Some people are hard to imagine as children. — Joan Bauer

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees. — Robert Frost

Well, I just get as close as I can to a happy ending, then I shut the door behind me and move on. — James Goss

The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. — Ray Bradbury

Life is theater; everyone is an actor - some in the lead, some in the supporting cast. — Ryan Blair

The sea, vast and wild as it is, bears thus the waste and wrecks of human art to its remotest shore. There is no telling what it may not vomit up. — Henry David Thoreau