Tightroping Over Water Quotes & Sayings

I'm a real Luddite. — Louise Rennison

If you spend too much time thinking about a thing, you'll never get it done. — Bruce Lee

I excavate history. I look at lives buried under too much silence. Periods of time, like slavery, have to be revisited, reimagined, so we can move through them. — Yusef Komunyakaa

remembering the long list of names and — Moira Katson

I have always tried to perform the music I love, and I think I am lucky because my preferences are often the ones of the public. — Andrea Bocelli

In sane moments we regard only the facts, the case that is. — Henry David Thoreau

we will never be truly capable of 'loving our neighbour' as long as we continue to view the people around us as commodities, capital or competition — Tristan Sherwin

When I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave its mark - on both of you. — Stephenie Meyer

If you foul up, tell the President and correct it fast. Delay only compounds mistakes. — Donald Rumsfeld

I look at people like Picasso and Da Vinci and Escher and Miles Davis, and they'll write or paint that one definitive masterpiece of maybe 50 that they have that's really trying to go outside the box, trying to do something that's tough. And then when you accomplish it, you look back and go, 'Yeeaaaah - masterpiece.' — Lupe Fiasco

When you are feeling very passionate, lust, sex takes over. Just try to be tranquil in the breathing, and you feel sex has disappeared. — Rajneesh

All life includes loss. It's taken me many, many years to learn to deal with that, and I don't expect I'll ever be fully resigned to it. But that doesn't mean we have to turn away from the world, or stop striving for the best that we can do and be. We owe that much to ourselves, at least, and we deserve whatever measure of good may come of it. — Ken Grimwood

I think it's in Malone Dies that Beckett's creature is in a kind of prison or hospital. As I recall, he is visited twice a day, slop brought in and slop taken out. He has a stub of a pencil, a bit of paper. And he asks questions, ten, sven, I don't remember, "Why am I here?" "What day is it?" The last one, no. 10 maybe, says "Number your answers." This is not just desperation and clinging to something called 'reason'--by his fingertips--that is humanity, shit-smeared, hopeless, and mad humanity--in the face of all denial. Our work is about that. My work. — Gerald Stern