Sumendren Quotes & Sayings

From dreams of bliss shall men awake
one day, but not to weep:
the dreams remain; they only break
the mirror of their sleep. — John Paul Richter

I don't even attempt to sing. — Joe Mauer

Was there anything quite so painful, so fraught with the possibilities of hurt, as gift giving within a family? — Paul Russell

I was almost 8 years old when I was watching a kid on a TV commercial, and I told my mom that I wanted to do the same thing. She said that I would need to get an agent and that she would research it. — Victoria Justice

Although he had changed his name, his history came with him, even to his writing. The rhythm of his rain-soaked childhood became a sequence of words. His memories of the understory of the great forest burst into lyrical phrases, as resinous as the sap of a pinecone, as crisp as the shell of a beetle. Sentences grew long, then pulled up short, taking on the tempo of the waves upon the shore, or swayed gently, like the plaintive song of a lone harmonica. His fury became essays that pointed, stabbed, and burned. His convictions played out with the monotonous determination of a printing press. And his affections became poems, as warm and supple as the wool of a well-loved sheep. — Pam Munoz Ryan

I was a bad practicing physician because I was never sure of the diagnosis or of the treatment. — Joshua Lederberg