Tatami Quotes & Sayings

It's not that I don't suffer, it's that I know the unimportance of suffering. I know that pain is to be fought and thrown aside, not to be accepted as part of one's soul and as a permanent scar across one's view of existence. — Ayn Rand

I was so lucky that I didn't have to audition. It's just such a grueling process, in itself. — Moon Bloodgood

Look outside of what is possible and think about what could be. — Dillon Foley

The bravest thing you'll ever do is walk into a booth every few years, where no one can see you, and press a button, to say which of two slave-masters you'd rather be owned by. — Larken Rose

I love your loneliness. It is brave. It makes the universe want to protect you. — Ben Okri

A man who has no office to go, to I don't care who he is, is a trial of which you can have no conception. — George Bernard Shaw

The law may upset reason but reason may never upset the law, or our whole society will shred like an old tatami. The law may be used to confound reason, reason must certainly not be used to overthrow the law. — James Clavell

Men whose acts are at variance with their words command no respect, and what they say has but little weight. — Samuel Smiles

Read. Read until your eyes are sore. Then read some more. — Lisa Bloom

Politics and football don't mix. — Ruud Gullit

Does this wild errant need fade, like the colour of eyes do? — Sue Woolfe

Lots of folks confuse bad management with destiny. — Kin Hubbard

The Galapagos Islands are probably the most famous wildlife-watching destination in the world. And no wonder - it's almost impossible to exaggerate the sheer spectacle of the place that provided inspiration for Charles Darwin's ground-breaking theory of natural selection. — Mark Carwardine

behind her out in their yard screeching and laughing. Their dad was yelling: "Don't eat the — Cynthia D'Aprix Sweeney

Her whole body tenses, heaves, tries to scream, and her eyes burn with tears of frustration and terror.
In the moonlit shadows of her bedroom, she hears a cat begin to purr.
Kara runs, shaking, out into the short corridor.
The cats are black and white, ginger and gray, fat and starved. They sit on tables, on chairs, on tatami mats. One sits so still beside a lamp that it looks carved from wood. She wants her father, wants to go into his room and wake him, but three of them sit, barring his door.
As one, they follow her with their eyes as Kara weaves through the living room.
As one, they hiss.
As one, they begin to follow, stalking her. — Thomas Randall