Stetner Pic Quotes & Sayings

I ask for your indulgence when I march out quotations. This is the double syndrome of men who write for a living and men who are over forty. The young smoke pot - we inhale from our Bartlett's. — Rod Serling

We lived in the attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, and me, Now there are only three. — Virginia C. Andrews

When you're held underwater, you think only of air. I remember how I felt about Shanghai in the days after our lives changed - how streets that had once seemed exciting suddenly stank of nightsoil, how beautiful women suddenly were nothing more than girls with three holes, how all the money and prosperity suddenly rendered everything forlon, dissolute and futile. The way I see Los Angeles and Chinatown during these difficult and frightening days couldn't be more different. — Lisa See

That distrust which intrudes so often on your mind is a mode of melancholy, which, if it be the business of a wise man to be happy, it is foolish to indulge; and if it be a duty to preserve our faculties entire for their proper use, it is criminal. Suspicion is very often an useless pain. — Samuel Johnson

Doctors troubleshoot the human body - they never got a chance to debug it. (It took God one day to design, prototype, and release that product; talk about schedule pressure! I guess we can forgive priority-two bugs like bunions and male pattern baldness.) — David J. Agans

Everything turns, rotates, spins, circles, loops, pulsates, resonates, and repeats. — Suzy Kassem

We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner space that makes it liveable. — Laozi

I mean there is an assumption made that Islam is about submission, and I think that the submission that we have is to God. — Haleh Afshar, Baroness Afshar

Eun Gi has come back. The Eun Gi I am seeing now is not the Eun Gi I knew before. What is it that she remembers? And what is it that she forgot? What is it that she let go? And what is it that she's looking for? Even though Eun Gi has come back, I am still waiting for that kid. I won't get exhausted, won't get anxious, and won't get ... impatient. — Ma-Roo

For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every way perfect. — Aleister Crowley

I was too unsettled. Too full. Full of dark thoughts, dark musing, as if I'd eaten them for dinner instead of the roasted duck, and they were sitting undigested in my stomach, waiting to be vomited back up at the wrong time. The threat of it hung over my mind like nausea. — Kate Avery Ellison