Stenographers World Quotes & Sayings

It's exciting for people to define who they are in relation to what I write - whether it be by loving or hating it. — Alanis Morissette

One learns how to change gears within a concert repertoire. — Zubin Mehta

A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility. — John Keats

Blunted unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirreth, but that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out evil. — Martin Farquhar Tupper

One of the challenges with period costumes is, on a technical level, making the scale of different periods work on contemporary bodies. We're much bigger than what people were in older times. — Colleen Atwood

And the reason Luke is thinking about time and free will is because he believes that money is the closest human beings have ever come to crystallizing time and free will into a compact physical form. Cash. Cash is a time crystal. Cash allows you to multiply your will, and it allows you to speed up time. Cash is what defines us as a species. Nothing else in the universe has money. — Douglas Coupland

If there ever comes a time when the women of the world come together purely and simply for the benefit of mankind, it will be a force such as the world has never known. — Matthew Arnold

Giving energy to the mind, is like giving your neighbour a gun to shoot you with. — Mooji

In clear weather the laziest may look across the Bay as far as Plymouth at a glance, or over the Atlantic as far as human vision reaches, merely raising his eyelids; or if he is too lazy to look after all, he can hardly help hearing the ceaseless dash and roar of the breakers. The restless ocean may at any moment cast up a whale or a wrecked vessel at your feet. All the reporters in the world, the most rapid stenographers, could not report the news it brings. — Henry David Thoreau

I said to Heart, "How goes it?" Heart replied: "Right as a Ribstone Pippin!" But it lied. — Hilaire Belloc

And he was beginning to feel that discouragement which is engendered by a life of repetition, when no interest guides nor expectation sustains it. — Gustave Flaubert

It was August 1988, I was an 80s person, contemporaneous with Duran Duran and The Cure, not that fiddle and accordion music grandad listened to in the days when he trudged up the hill in the dusk with a friend to court grandma and her sisters. I didn't belong here, with all of my heart I felt that. It didn't help that I knew the forest was actually an 80s forest and the mountains actually 80s mountains. So what was I doing here? My plan had been to write. But I couldn't, I was all on my own and lonely to the depths of my soul. — Karl Ove Knausgard

She swore in good mouth-filling oaths, but never smutty ones, and that was uncommon. She knew the prosody of profanity ... she knew the tune, as well as the words. She was not a raving beauty, but she had fine eyes and a Pre-Raphelite air of being too good for this world while at the same time exhibiting much of what this world desires in a woman, and I suppose I gaped at her and behaved clownishly. — Robertson Davies