Silimperi Art Quotes & Sayings

The compass rose is nothing but a star with an infinite number of rays pointing in all directions.
It is the one true and perfect symbol of the universe.
And it is the one most accurate symbol of you.
Spread your arms in an embrace, throw your head back, and prepare to receive and send coordinates of being. For, at last you know - you are the navigator, the captain, and the ship. — Vera Nazarian

But my dear man, reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know. — Alan W. Watts

In the vernacular of my grandfather, 'I does not care.' — Herman Cain

One thing you could say about Butch was that his wardrobe was full of options. "Never thought I'd be glad that you're a clothes whore."
"I believe the term is sharp dresser. — J.R. Ward

God sometimes moves mountains one pebble at a time. — Rebecca Barlow Jordan

Caring for an Alzheimer's patient is a situation that can utterly consume the lives and well-being of the people giving care, just as the disorder consumes its victims. — Leeza Gibbons

I know I exaggerated things, now I got it like that. Tuck my napkin in my shirt cause I'm just mobbin like that. — Drake

The aim is to burn through to first thoughts, to the place where energy is unobstructed by social politeness or the internal censor, to the place where you are writing what you mind actually sees and feels, not what it thinks it should see or feel. — Natalie Goldberg

Some men are like nails, very easily drawn; others however are more like rivets never drawn at all. — John Burroughs

I think the same way about theatre, you go out there and you are creating a world for a moment that can actually have a real impact on people, present some kind of story that gives you something to think about when you walk away, feeling enriched - if it works out well. — Jeffrey Jones

Administrators don't believe in conspiracies. If they did, they'd have to resign their jobs. That — James Lee Burke

Enough, my very noble husband. You had another of your vacillating consultations with your councilors. Fine advisors." With infinite scorn, "A herd of palsied purblind idiots hugging their sterile profits close to their sunken chests in the face of my father's displeasure. — Isaac Asimov

Wasn't hitting bottom the thing you had to do to knock some sense into yourself? Wasn't hitting bottom the thing that showed you which way was up? — Rainbow Rowell