Tradiery Quotes & Sayings

That was the wonderful thing about Ramanujan. He discovered so much, and yet he left so much more in his garden for other people to discover. — Freeman Dyson

Home - that blessed word, which opens to the human heart the most perfect glimpse of Heaven, and helps to carry it thither, as on an angel's wings. — Lydia M. Child

I remember being in college and taking a class on classical music and getting a big laugh when I said very sincerely that I was not really into trained voices. Some of the greatest singers can transcend their technical perfection and still sound great. — Ira Kaplan

You don't get to celebrate yourself unless you risk being mocked or rejected. As an artist, you cannot play it safe. You just can't. — M. Night Shyamalan

Are you shooting webs of stupid at me? — Dave Attell

Retain, even in opposition, your capacity for astonishment. — Thaddeus Stevens

The American middle-class appetite for illegal drugs provided the capital to build some of the most sophisticated and effective companies on earth. — Jonathan Franzen

Unable to go forward, afraid to go back — Jessica Khoury

In an interview, former vice-presidential candidate Paul Ryan said he does not have a racist bone in his body. However, he admitted he has three sexist bones and his spine is homophobic. — Conan O'Brien

Y'did some backcountry doctoring. Right brave, that was. But her thigh looks bad, and we're a day out of Salvation. — Ann Aguirre

Strike is always a form of direct action. With the strike, too, you are not asking government to make things easier for you by passing legislation, you are taking a direct action against the employer. — Howard Zinn

The world is awakening to a powerful truth: Women and girls aren't the problem; they're the solution. — Christiane Northrup

John Grady looked at the table. The paper cat stepped thin and slant among the shapes of cats thereon. He looked up again. Yessir, he said. Just me and him. — Cormac McCarthy

You've seen them. They have mouths that twitch, and eyes that stare, and they babble and they mewl and they whimper. Some of them walk the cities in ragged clothes, their belongings under their arms. Others of their number are locked in the dark, in places where they can no longer harm themselves or others. They are not mad, or rather, the loss of their sanity is the lesser of their problems. It is worse thn madness. They will tell you, if you let them: they are the ones who live, each day, in the wreckage of their dreams. — Neil Gaiman