Sinting Patois Quotes & Sayings

Anyone who rises above the things of this world, to which you kneel, is mightier than you. — Ibn Hazm

Honestly, the average American spends about 52 minutes a day in commute traffic. And as much as I love driving my car and many people like driving their car, commuting has never been fun for me. — Sebastian Thrun

Reading is your first line of defense against an empty head. — Twyla Tharp

Fifteen days after we are born, we begin to discriminate between colors. For the rest of our lives, barring blunted or blinded sight, we find ourselves face-to-face with all these phenomena at once, and we call the whole shimmering mess "color." You might even say that it is the business of the eye to make colored forms out of what is essentially shimmering. This is how we "get around" in the world. Some might also call it the source of our suffering. — Maggie Nelson

When i was a little boy i had a red bike, every night when I went to bed I begged God to give my bike wings so that in the morning, I could fly away. Every morning I'd crawl out of bed and run straight to the garage to see if he answered my prayers. I still have the bike. It's mire rusted than red now. But I still check. Everyday. — Tarryn Fisher

There is neither a cure for nor a way to repair autism. There is no implant like there is for the deaf. — Andrew Solomon

Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now.
Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. — Dylan Thomas

I like to think of myself as a combination of Sid Vicious and Virgil Thompson — Rufus Wainwright

To become a good clinical neurologist, you have to be intensely interested by what the brain does, how it works, how it breaks down. — Allan H. Ropper

Regarding trials, including of our faith and patience, there are no exemptions-only variations. — Neal A. Maxwell

The only compensation which war offers for its manifold mischiefs, is in the great personal qualities to which it gives scope and occasion. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

You're my rose and I am the dew sticked to you who never wants to fall apart. — Himanshu Singla

Oh, Mr. Trout," nice Milo went on, there in Trout's suite, "teach us to sing and dance and laugh and cry. We've tried to survive so long on money and sex and envy and real estate and football and basketball and automobiles and television and alcohol - on sawdust and broken glass! — Anonymous