Symposium Medicus Quotes & Sayings

What I'm interested in doing in a story is bringing certain different languages, people, events together and then letting the reader make what he wants of it. — Grace Paley

I find what I call the [bleep] side of the industry very difficult. You won't see me at other peoples' premiers. I mean, I go to my own premiers because I have to help my film, but I don't enjoy that whole side of it. I don't enjoy celebrityhood. I love getting a seat in a restaurant. I love it when people say hi when I don't know them. I mean, that's fine, but apart from that, I like the elements of celebrityhood which make living in the world like living in your own village. — Jeremy Irons

A hard drill makes an easy battle. — Alexander Suvorov

I am terrified of sharks, so I don't surf! — Janel Parrish

God's plan is to get back the earth that has been given over to Satan by man — Sunday Adelaja

I make my own judgements of people, mate. I don't need to borrow yours. — Jesse Hajicek

Don't wait for the world to give you what you want. Go grab it yourself. — Aboobacker Amani

But the fact is, again and again in my lifetime, the vicious vituperations, the polemics, the dialectics, the sophistries of politics have become vapour and mist, while what remains is the literature and the art, which at the time might have been merely tolerated by the politicos. — Doris Lessing

Too often we develop a blindness for all of the wonderful things in life. — Robert A. Giacalone

I never saw such curls - how could I, for there never were such curls! - as those she shook out to hide her blushes. — Charles Dickens

I have been speaking to you all of your life. In the gurgle of a tide pool, I breathed myself into you. I drew you down from the trees and I lifted you onto your feet. I freed your hands to become your tools so that you would cradle me in my old age, but you have turned on me. My strongest warrior for life, you have been transformed into an insatiable messenger of death. Only a few of my children are still listening when I howl to them, crying in the night, sending the oceans in great surges to cleanse my land -- to cleanse, and to warn you who no longer listen. I WILL BE HEARD. — Sarah Warden

Every other year or so I go to one of those great generous places, the artist retreats. Some of the poems in The Beauty were written at the MacDowell Colony, in New Hampshire, and others at Civitella Ranieri, in Umbria. — Jane Hirshfield