Shrubby Yew Quotes & Sayings

Love is the fart
Of every heart
It pains the man when 'tis kept close,
And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose. — John Suckling

My eyes don't work, at least not fully, because they are blocked by disease. The scene around me appears through a kind of curtain, a haze. — Henry Grunwald

It is not by driving away our brother that we can be alone with God. — George MacDonald

Those of us of a certain age grew up expecting that by now we would have Rosie the Robot from 'The Jetsons' in our house. And all we've got is a Roomba. — Juan Enriquez

There are fewer Arabs in Tel Aviv, one of the largest cities in the Middle East, than there are in Chicago, the largest city in the American Midwest. How do you accomplish such a remarkable feat of social engineering without massive violence? — Max Blumenthal

Like the 75 billion souls who lived before him, each and every one a treasure, he, too, will die. — Ben Sherwood

My business is to be talented, that is, to be capable of selecting the important moments from the trivial ones ... It's about time for writers - particularly those who are genuine artists - to recognize that in this world you cannot figure out everything. Just have a writer who the crowds trust be courageous enough and declare that he does not understand everything, and that alone will represent a major contribution to the way people think, a long leap forward. — Anton Chekhov

When penciling in your future, always use a pen — Benny Bellamacina

You can't deny Eros. Eros wills trike, like lightning. Our human defenses are frail, ludicrous. Like plasterboard houses in a hurricane. Your triumph is in perfect submission. And the god of Eros will flow through you, as Lawrence says, in the 'perfect obliteration of blood consciousness. — Joyce Carol Oates

The fact that I stay anonymous means I can exhibit wherever I want. No one knows my name, so it's easy for me to travel. — JR

Authors have established it as a kind of rule, that a man ought to be dull sometimes; as the most severe reader makes allowances for many rests and nodding-places in a voluminous writer. — Joseph Addison

Before I had a chance to feel too sorry for myself, I turned toward the front of the cabin and found the bookcases carved right into the wall. Hundreds of leather-bound volumes rested in dim alcoves. I had no idea what stories or information they held. It didn't matter. I wanted to absorb anything they had to say. — Jodi Meadows