Toves Flowers Quotes & Sayings

A club hurts the flesh, but evil words hurt the bone. -Traditional Chinese Proverb — Matthew Polly

It is my opinion that the 21st century will be the century of play, and the heteroglossic activity of artists in the 20th century has been the forecast. — Brian Sutton-Smith

Health care reform, the marquee legislative accomplishment of the Obama administration's first term, was passed before we entered the world of divided government. — Eliot Spitzer

Laws and institutions, like clocks, must occasionally be cleaned, wound up, and set to true time. — Henry Ward Beecher

Meditating is not a matter of saying i am going to meditate. It is, just for a moment retreating from the need to do anything and instead just be. — Gangaji

By gaming we lose both our time and treasure - two things most precious to the life of man. — Owen Feltham

Stark though he heard Seoras mutter,"Arrogant feckr," at the same time Sgiach whispered, "Interesting. — Kristin Cast

All writers write about the past, and I try to make it come alive so you can see what happened. — Ernest Gaines

Don't focus on it," she said. "Don't define yourself in terms of something which even many highly trained and gifted professionals do not fully understand. — Elyn R. Saks

You can find me at three in the morning in my living room with a glass of wine and really bad '90s trip hop beats blaring from my headphones. — Jenny Lewis

I always knew I wanted to do a Western. And trying to think of what that would be, I always figured that if I did a Western, it would have a lot of the aesthetics of Spaghetti Westerns, because I really like them. — Quentin Tarantino

You are a god clad in flesh, Gaelan Starfire, and you're more fragile than you know. Be ware. — Brent Weeks

In a word, it was wild, and somehow beautiful and desolate at the same time, a work which could not have been contrived by Nature or by Art alone, but by their combined efforts only, with Nature's chisel going over the often senselessly elaborate work of man, relieving the heaviness, obliterating the vulgar symmetry and the crude lapses which reveal the laboriousness of the planner's efforts, and thus communicating a miraculous warmth to something created in cold, measured neatness and precision. — Nikolai Gogol

Some sins have no season. We are as likely to be angry in November as to lose our rag in March ... There is, though, something autumnal about greed, apple-cheeked and wheat-crowned, purpled knee-high in grapes; something summery in sloth, as the hammock creaks in the fly-drowsy heat; and more than a tickle of spring in lust, as birds pair and the sap rises. Among these, ingratitude is winter, the worst of seasons. — Ann Wroe