Tahabu Quotes & Sayings

There's a thing in poetry called the caesura a pause between words, a silence. I thought: that's what real friendship is, too. Someone you can be quiet with. Someone who understands your mistakes and forgives you. — Margo Rabb

Fine." Magnus stood up. "But," he added, pausing by Alec's chair and leaning in close to him, "you are not trivial."
Alec flushed. "If you say so," he said.
"I say so," said Magnus, and he turned to follow Isabelle out of the room. — Cassandra Clare

If you talk to most athletes, the place you're most comfortable is your playing field. I'm not so comfortable at a podium or talking about events. — Bobby Orr

The holy grail is to spend less time making the picture than it takes people to look at it. — Banksy

Artfulness is not simple entertainment,
especially during upheaval,
unleashing creative life is sacred duty. — Clarissa Pinkola Estes

This kind of music was just hitting England, so we were getting this following in clubs in Birmingham just cause we were trying to do something different. — Jim Capaldi

Forgive the pessimism, if not the sonority. But I know how much you demand from a thing, you little bastard. — J.D. Salinger

Social media is about people, not logos. — Jay Baer

The great nonprosecutions of Wall Street in the years since 2008, I would learn, were just symbols of this dystopian sorting process to which we'd already begun committing ourselves. The cleaving of the country into two completely different states - one a small archipelago of hyperacquisitive untouchables, the other a vast ghetto of expendables with only theoretical rights - has been in the works a long time. The Divide is a terrible story, and a crazy one. And it goes back a long, long way. — Matt Taibbi

She stood behind her mother's chair and brushed her hair gently for about five minutes, drawing the brush smoothly from forehead to nape, over and over, in the way her mother liked. It was the only sustained physical contact she seemed to enjoy. Her usual mode of a kiss good-bye, for instance, was the kiss-and-push-you-on-your-way. She wasn't a snuggler. No surprise, really, that this acceptable affection came via a prickly implement. — Fiona Wood