Tpb Jim Lahey Quotes & Sayings

The big print giveth and the small print taketh away. — Tom Waits

Too often our lives are soiled to desperation by endings that in reality are magnificently outnumbered by beginnings. And unless we become convinced that an ending is always the birthplace of a beginning that is on its way, we will live terribly soiled lives. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

There is no substance which is not a poison; all are poisonous. Only the dose determines. — Philippus Theophrastus

I think at any point, as an artist, whatever the medium - just having an audience means the world. — Miguel

I read assiduously. I kept in touch with my species. — Leonard Michaels

In angry protest the red telephone splintered the silence. — Ian Fleming

I have always considered a clergyman as the father of a larger family than he is able to maintain. — Samuel Johnson

He stopped moving for the space of a heartbeat. He bent his head to her shoulder and rocked his hips, pressing inside her. His hair fell forward around either side of his face, a frame of black, silky where it brushed her collarbone. "I am in paradise." His hips rocked again.
She closed her eyes tight. She felt his lips on her cheek and then on her eyelids, placing gentle kisses. — Carolyn Jewel

the toe of an enormous and heroic — Eleanor Roosevelt

I feel so sorry for anyone who misses the experience of history, the horizons of history. We think little of those who, given the chance to travel, go nowhere. We deprecate provincialism. But it is possible to be as provincial in time as it is in space. Because you were born into this particular era doesn't mean it has to be the limit of your experience. Move about in time, go places. Why restrict your circle of acquaintances to only those who occupy the same stage we call the present? — David McCullough

There is no way you can go back in time and protect your earlier selves — Srividya Srinivasan

Political institutions are a superstructure resting on an economic foundation. — Vladimir Lenin

When you need an answer, look over your left shoulder and ask your death. — Carlos Castaneda

Rose. Roza. Open your eyes." I've never heard heard his voice so strained, so frantic. "Don't go to sleep on me. Not yet. — Richelle Mead

In monasteries of old, the monk's dharma, his purpose in life, was said to be this: to support the choir. In Latin, propter chorum. Literally, his life was lived "in support of the choir." He was not a soloist. He was not a diva. He was part of a magnificent whole. — Stephen Cope