Trawy W Quotes & Sayings

Look round, the wrecks of play behold; Estates dismember'd, mortgaged, sold! Their owners now to jails confin'd, Show equal poverty of mind. — John Gay

Philanthropy is one of the most hopeful characteristics of our time. — Mary Livermore

That's what I was supposed to say... — Richelle Mead

It feels good, honey, but it isn't love. — Joyce Carol Oates

You wouldn't believe
the sun had ever shone on this heart. — Antonio Cisneros

I am interested in study, reflection, philosophy - but always as a dilettante. I also consider myself a dilettante as a painter. — Antoni Tapies

Once upon a time, we were Africans involved in a unique lexicon of beliefs, lore, stories, and customs that were designed to help integrate us into an environment filled with plants, animals, elements, and a complex array of spirits. With the advent of slavery, the physical bond with the motherland was broken, but like seeds lifted from a ripe plant by wind, we found fertile ground in distant lands elsewhere. — Stephanie Rose Bird

Usually my ideas come from what I don't want to do, or what I find is old. — Miuccia Prada

Species went extinct and new ones evolved from protozoa while he sat in his car in the dark and waited to see how badly he'd fucked this up. — Amy Jo Cousins

My motto in life is 'aim true'. It came from my love of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. She inspired me to sport a gold arrow around my neck because it reminded me of her strength and that I can always hit my mark when I set intention, follow what makes my heart beat, and aim true. The arrow was a reminder that I can cut through any obstacles, that I have power, beauty, and the ability to choose love over fear every moment of my life. — Kathryn Budig

The minister's task is not to coddle the saints but to collar the sinners. — Hugh Price Hughes

His role in the trials over, he was unwanted in Washington. In an M Street restaurant, over asparagus crepes, the aide explained the terminal dangers involved in talking to the wrong people. Corto crushed the man's larynx with the rigid fingers of his right hand. The Congressional aide strangled, his face in an asparagus crepe, and Corto stepped out into cool Washington September. — William Gibson