Tasis School Quotes & Sayings

For us old-age pensioners, autumn is on the whole a dangerous season. He who knows how difficult it is for us to achieve any stability at all, how difficult it is to avoid distraction or destruction by one's own hand, will understant tha autumn, its winds, disturbances, and atmospheric confusions, does not favour our existence, which is precarious anyway. — Bruno Schulz

By the time we understand the pattern we are in, the definition we are making for ourselves, it's too late to break out of the box. We can only live in terms of the definition, like the prisoner in the cage in which he cannot lie or stand or sit, hung up in justice to be viewed by the populace. Yet the definition we have made of ourselves is ourselves. To break out of it, we must make a new self. But how can the self make a new self when the selfness which it is, is the only substance from which the new self can be made? — Robert Penn Warren

We're adults," he says quickly. "I'm only here to work. I won't bother you or anything."
"Fine," she says. "Great."
"Great," he repeats.
"We're too good of work friends anyways."
"We are?"
"I mean, we're probably too much alike," she says.
"Yeah, it would be too weird. If things didn't work out."
"These things never work out," she says.
"Exactly," he says.
"Exactly."
"Right," he adds. "Exactly."
"And who needs all the weirdness? — Joe Meno

People make promises that they have every intention of keeping at the time but when it comes to cashing in, suddenly the promise loses all value. — Mercy Cortez

Despite the perturbations of the world, life goes on.
The sky presents an endless canopy of translucent blue. The still air is suffused with sunshine.
Perhaps tomorrow the beneficent clouds will gather and it will finally rain. The earth will cool and revive and in that seminal moment all our sins perchance will be washed away.
It might happen.
But somehow I doubt it. — John Dolan

I got the idea [for Anthem's theme] in my school days, in Soviet Russia, when I heard all the vicious attacks on individualism, and asked myself what the world would be like if men lost the word 'I.' — Ayn Rand

I kill the living to make way for the dead.
But we had hot chocolate, she and I. We tried to make our friendship last as long as we could.
Then I was forced to let her go. I held her when she returned to the earth. — R.A. Parry

What he said was: "You obviously don't know where the bar should be, and you're only going to do a disservice by putting it anywhere." And boy was that good advice. Because what he said was, you obviously don't know where the bar should be, and you're only going to do them a disservice by putting it anywhere. — Randy Pausch

Neither evolution nor creation qualifies as a scientific theory. — Duane Gish

Writing stories not only involved secrecy, it also gave her all the pleasures of miniaturization. A world could be made in five pages, and one that was more pleasing than a model farm. The childhood of a spoiled prince could be framed within half a page, a moonlit dash through sleepy villages was one rhythmically emphatic sentence, falling in love could be achieved in a single word
a glance . The pages of a recently finished story seemed to vibrate in her hand with all the life they contained. Her passion for tidiness was also satisfied, for an unruly world could be made just so. — Ian McEwan

Music has always been something I wanted to do. I think just the idea of performing and entertaining and being in the studio is really what I wanted to know how that felt. I started to get into it around the same time I got into acting, but it turned into a side project because my movies were taking up most of my time. — Hailee Steinfeld

Sometimes I fantasize that all my furniture has been destroyed in a cataclysm, and I have to start again with only the stationery catalogue. My entire house would become an office, which would be an overt recognition of the existing state of affairs. — Hilary Mantel

We tap into a lot of things from musical history when making the songs. — Chris Stein

Every weakness exposes flesh, and flesh invites a knife. — Victoria Schwab

He forgot his wounds, his hunger and thirst, and became fear; hopeless fear — William Golding