Tveir Smi Ir Quotes & Sayings

I want to visit Memory Lane, I don't want to live there. — Letty Cottin Pogrebin

Discipline is the servant of inspiration. — Bebe Moore Campbell

The old, endless, approachable and always answering Sorrow," says my father Lucifer. "For who calls on me never goes unanswered. Only prayers to God go without answers. — Robert Nye

GRACE means God Redeems And Christ Empowers! — Lailah Gifty Akita

The love is all around us. I made a life of love. — Eve Ensler

They travel through the heartland, past cold factories and drifty towns, to the old, old mountains slumbering east of Tennessee. — Sarah Sullivan

Life is a musical influence in my experience. But as far as actual music and actual bands, uh, I'll just look at my little collection here. Let's see. Bob Dylan, The Beatles, Pink Floyd, U2, The Talking Heads, Prince and the Revolution, Michael Jackson's Thriller was a huge one. — Jeremy Enigk

How to overcome fear? Be around people who are fearless. — Frederick Lenz

Both my parents loved words. That was the big deal in our house. — Geraldine Brooks

V. S. Pritchett was one of the most admired, fun, talked-about writers of the 20th century: he was knighted by Queen Elizabeth for his work with prose. He was born in 1900, wrote till he died in 1997, and has been tidily forgotten ever since. This is a real shame. — Darin Strauss

I am somebody who usually writes out the rough draft in longhand. Then I type it into the computer, and that is where I do my editing. I find that if I write it on the computer, I go too quick. So I like getting that first draft out and then typing it in; you are less self-conscious about it. — Barack Obama

Weir heard something different in the sounds. Once, during a period of calm, he sat on the firestep waiting for Stephen to return from an inspection and listened to the music of the tins. The empty ones were sonorous, the fuller ones provided an ascending scale. Those filled to the brim produced only a fat percussive beat unless they overbalanced, when the cascade would give a loud variation. Within earshot there were scores of tins in different states of fullness and with varying resonance. Then he heard the wire moving in the wind. It set up a moaning background noise that would occasionally gust into prominence, then lapse again to mere accompaniment. He had to work hard to discern, or perhaps imagine, a melody in this tin music, but it was better in his ears than the awful sound of shellfire. — Sebastian Faulks