Tincanknits Quotes & Sayings

I always think this is the kind of place that people come back to. When they've become tired of everything else. Or when they don't have enough imagination to go anywhere else. — Jojo Moyes

An organism exists in its environment in only one mode, that of an open system responding to those segments of its environment to which it is genetically programmed to respond or to which it has learned to respond.
But a self must be placed in a world. It cannot not be placed. If it chooses by default not to be placed, then its placement is that of not choosing to be placed. — Walker Percy

Once the fired stone is out of the kiln, it is still possible to mentally reconstruct it in its original form. — Andy Goldsworthy

He was like a drug and what did you do with drugs You pushed them as far away as possible. — Colleen Houck

The artist who aims at perfection in everything achieves it in nothing. — Eugene Delacroix

The features of character are carved out of adversity. — Rick Barnett

People have said that my films are very difficult to watch, that they're experiences you are put through rather than ones you enjoy, and it's true. — John Cassavetes

Chris whistled. "Damn. That's hot."
She swatted him. "Yeah, yeah," she dais. But her stomach fluttered. "I'm roasting actually."
"That's not what I- — Mari Mancusi

I've been criticized for the things I chose and things I've chosen to do. — Lil' Wayne

Everyone brings their own perceptions when reading a book about a real person. At the end they will take away whatever they wish. — Patricia Montandon

When I yell at my TV, it's usually watching ... usually it happens during the election. There's when I'm watching CNN and MSNBC. — Matthew Moy

It's hard to categorize the half expressions, the ones which reside in between. But this morning, I'm calling Perry mad by sadwest. — Edmond Manning

Every day we are offered new means for learning and growing in love. — Leo Buscaglia

Suddenly it wasn't only a personal thing to me. I could picture hundreds and hundreds of boys living on the wrong sides of cities, boys with black eyes who jumped at their own shadows. Hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better. I could see boys going down under street lights because they were mean and tough and hated the world, and it was too late to tell them that there was still good in it, and they wouldn't believe you if you did. — S.E. Hinton