Tiemann Art Quotes & Sayings

I seen a baby cry seconds later he laughs ... the beauty of life, the pain never lasts. — J. Cole

I desire only Him and to be wholly His. — Brother Lawrence

The words which we use in our everyday speech are nothing other than watered-down magic. — Sigmund Freud

If I waited until I felt creative, I would never have had a career. I long ago learned that a day that starts out badly, when nothing comes out on the page or comes out wrong, can suddenly turn into a good day a few hours later, when suddenly everything starts to click. The brain can be cajoled into being creative. — Dean Koontz

The hammock hangs on hooks in two trees at the very back of the yard, one is a shortish tree that's only twice my tall and bent over, one is a million times high with silvery leaves. — Emma Donoghue

I have pains in my hearts, they have taken my appetite. — Robert Johnson

You are TSTL. I beg your pardon. Too stupid to live. — Susan Wiggs

The power of love, as the basis of a State, has never been tried. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine. — George Eliot

I will survive. As long as I know how to love, I know I'll be alive. — Gloria Gaynor

Professional critics are incapable of distinguishing and appreciating either diamonds in the rough or gold in bars. They are traders, and in literature know only the coins that are current. Their critical lab has scales and weights, but neither crucible or touchstone. — Joseph Joubert

What we should be very concerned about is the excesses and the abuses. Where we see hunts where the fox is torn away out of the hole and thrown to the hounds, we have to be very concerned. Where we have hunts where foxes are bred for the sport of it, that is not pest control. That is pure bloody sport. — Huw Irranca-Davies

Even in the most insignificant details of our daily life, none of us can be said to constitute a material whole, which is identical for everyone, and need only be turned up like a page in an account-book or the record of a will; our social personality is created by the thoughts of other people. — Marcel Proust