Traryd Quotes & Sayings

Every poem probably has sixty drafts behind it. — Mary Karr

You wouldn't wish hardship on anyone, but when it comes, you would be crazy not to see the huge growth that will come from it. — Michael Leunig

There's nothing like sharing menarche with a billion hermaphrodites. I think it was everyone's first time. — John Scalzi

Certain aspects of dying are still a mystery to me now, but as I grow and study life more, the end of my life becomes more of a certain truth. — Innocent Mwatsikesimbe

Guitar is the most expressive instrument in the world. I don't play much any more. Maybe a bit in private. — John Nettles

I think perhaps we manage our revolutions much more quietly in this country. — Margaret Thatcher

Our children are the only treasures we can take to heaven. — Suzanne Woods Fisher

To stop thought it's necessary to put your life into a state of balance. Otherwise you can sit and meditate for hours and all kinds of conscious and unconscious thoughts will flow through you. — Frederick Lenz

I like things that have to do with what is real, elegant, well presented and without excessive style. In other words, just fine observation. — Elliott Erwitt

Passing him with frightening speed, I see him sailing downward with his open parachute. "It won't open!"
"Pull harder!"
Looking down, I estimate that at this speed it will only be a matter of seconds before I collide with the black lava rocks below. They rigged it! is all I can think. President Volkov won. I lost. I failed Gemma. I failed Nicholas. I failed myself.
All of a sudden, someone rams into me from behind and hooks his arms and legs around my body. I look back and see Cory. "You're crazy!" I scream as we spin out of control.
"I know!" He smiles like he really is, but he feeds off of this kind of insanity. "Hold on!"
The ground is so close and I can see the green grass and smell the scent of it mixed with the sulfur. He helps me turn around and I lock my arms around his thick shoulders, my legs around his firm hips. We'll die together, and he doesn't seem to care one bit. He really is insane! — E.J. Squires

Strong passions are the precious raw material of sanctity. Individuals that have carried their sinning to extremes should not despair or say, "I am too great a sinner to change," or "God would not want me." God will take anyone who is willing to love, not with an occasional gesture, but with a "passionless passion," a "wild tranquility." A sinner, unrepentant, cannot love God, any more that a man on dry land can swim; but as soon as he takes his errant energies to God and asks for their redirection, he will become happy, as he was never happy before. It is not the wrong things one has already done which keep one from God; it is the present persistence in that wrong. — Fulton J. Sheen

His smile was the nightmare in my back pocket.(Speaking about Ronald Reagan) — William Gibson

And so but anyway — David Foster Wallace