Tales Of A Wayside Inn Quotes & Sayings

I think it has a terrible impact when you don't see yourself reflected in the society because then you get the feeling you don't belong. — Sonia Manzano

Vegas is like the old definition of writing: though I don't enjoy writing, I love having written. Though I didn't enjoy Vegas, I love having lived there. — J.R. Moehringer

In the tiny torn up pieces of his mind he's irresistible too. — Elvis Costello

It was always best to have contingency plans, and plans within plans. — Travis Heermann

Running a service-oriented business means you have to accept whoever comes through the door. No matter who comes in, unless they're really awful, you have to greet them with a friendly smile on your face. — Haruki Murakami

Doing nothing accomplishes nothing, gains nothing, changes nothing, and wins nothing. You have to make a move. — Richelle E. Goodrich

Laughter was like an enormous trap waiting patiently in the room with them; but hidden behind a thin wall. — Milan Kundera

She showed that oblique-mannered softness which is perhaps more frequent in women of darker complexion and more lymphatic temperament than Mrs. Charmond's was; women who lingeringly smile their meanings to men rather than speak to them, who inveigle rather than prompt, and take advantage of currents rather than steer. — Thomas Hardy

You are
What you are looking for
In fragmented mirrors
Stop looking
Be Still
End the mind-noise
Silence Now
Eyes shut
Heart wide-open
And then you see
Everything! — Gabriel Iqbal

All praise and honor! I confess
That bread and ale, home-baked, home-brewed
Are wholesome and nutritious food,
But not enough for all our needs;
Poets-the best of them-are birds
Of passage; where their instinct leads
They range abroad for thoughts and words
And from all climes bring home the seeds
That germinate in flowers or weeds.
They are not fowls in barnyards born
To cackle o'er a grain of corn;
And, if you shut the horizon down
To the small limits of their town,
What do you but degrade your bard
Till he at last becomes as one
Who thinks the all-encircling sun
Rises and sets in his back yard? — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow