Silting Quotes & Sayings

I am not used to doing naked shoots but when you trust the photographer and the crew, you know it won't be vulgar. — Gisele Bundchen

Man often acquires just so much knowledge as to discover his ignorance, and attains so much experience as to regret his follies, and then dies. — William Benton Clulow

The same thing applies to the mind. We think and feel and act, but there is not, in addition to thoughts and feelings and actions, a bare entity, the mind or the soul, which does or suffers these occurrences. The mental capacity of a person is a continuity of habit and memory: there was yesterday one person whose feelings I can remember, and that person I regard as myself of yesterday; but, in fact, myself of yesterday was only certain mental occurrences which are now remembered and are regarded as part of the person who now recollects them. All that constitutes a person is a series of experiences connected by memory and by certain similarities of the sort we call habit. — Bertrand Russell

It's good for a writer to come from journalism because it gives you the tools. A journalist knows that he or she can lose the reader in six lines, so try to keep the attention of the reader. Also, you learn to research, and to conduct an interview - to extract from the person whatever you need from that person. — Isabel Allende

Mr. Clinton better watch out if he comes down here. He'd better have a bodyguard. — Jesse Helms

All wars are full of stories that sound like fiction. — Javier Cercas

Extraordinary what the body remembers. The bones loded with love, grief silting the arteries, fear the bowels' recurring mould. Who would have thought mere flesh and blood could hold so much of psyche's ghostly script? — Glen Duncan

Robbery is a serious, shameful matter, Captain Blood." "I know it is. I've practised a good deal of it myself. — Rafael Sabatini

Worries are the most stubborn habits in the world. Even after a poor man has won a huge lottery prize, he will still for months wake up in the night with a start, worrying about food and rent. — Vicki Baum

Am I in a relationship? Yeah. I'm already in a relationship with everybody that likes me. — G-Dragon

Her face is silting up, like a pond; layers are accumulating. Every once in a while, when she can afford the time, she spends a few days at a spa north of the city, drinking vegetable juice and having ultrasound treatments, in search of her original face, the one she knows is under there somewhere; she comes back feeling toned up and virtuous, and hungry. — Margaret Atwood

In general, investors prefer companies to reward executives for producing recurring income, not one-time gains. — Alex Berenson

I can only think of one experience which might exceed in interest a few hours spent under water, and that would be a journey to Mars. — William Beebe

The human brain is by no means fully formed at birth. It continues to shape itself through life, with the most intense growth occurring during childhood. — Daniel Goleman

Y.T. knows he's a computer guy because he has long hair in a ponytail and he's wearing jeans and he seems gentle. — Neal Stephenson

Women have ever been the stumbling block and betrayers of ambition. — Arthur Desmond

For years and years, even during the time of my first visit in 1962, it has been said that Calcutta was dying, that its port was silting up, its antiquated industry declining, but Calcutta hadn't died. It hadn't done much, but it had gone on; and it had begun to appear that the prophecy has been excessive. Now it occurred to me that perhaps this was what happened when cities died. They don't die with a bang; they didn't die only when they were abandoned. Perhaps, they died like this: when everybody was suffering, when transport was so hard that working people gave up jobs they needed because the fear the suffering of the travel; When no one had clean water or air; No one could go walking. Perhaps city died when they lost amenities that cities provided, the visual excitement, the heightened sense of human possibility, and became simply places where there were too many people, and people suffered. — V.S. Naipaul

We cannot always build a future for our youth, but we can always build our youth for the future. — Franklin D. Roosevelt

She is waiting. Each spring the hard rains come and the creek rises and quickens, and more of the bank peels off, silting the water brown ad bringing to light another layer of dark earth, Decades pass. She is patient, shelled inside the blue tarp. Each spring the water laps closer, paling roots, loosening stones, scuffing and smoothing. She is waiting and one day a bit of blue appears in the bank and then more blue. The rain pauses and the sun appears but she is ready now and the bank trembles a moment and heaves the stands of tarp unfurl and she spills into the stream and is free. Bits of bone gather in an eddy, form a brief necklace. The current moves on toward the sea. — Ron Rash