Uiris Research Quotes & Sayings

I try when I'm writing to fill my head and my ears with all sorts of stuff and then let it settle and filter through. At a certain point it seems like fruitless activity because you're taking a lot of time and not seeming to get anything. And then, slowly, you realize you've actually digested elements and that your thinking is being freed up and the way you build up compositions is changed as a result of what you've been listening to. — Peter Gabriel

According to the U.S. Census Bureau, male nurses ride the "glass escalator"; although they are in the minority, they receive higher wages and faster promotions than women in the same jobs. — Alexandra Robbins

Violent men have not been known in history to die to a man. They die up to a point. — Mahatma Gandhi

People come and go in our lives; that's as old a story as there is. But some of them the heart cries out to keep forever; and that is a fresh saga everytime. — Ivan Doig

I've been trying to make this argument that digital comics and print comics are both art, but there are subtle differences. — Jim Lee

The biggest compliment I get is that I don't sound like anybody else. I think I value that as the highest compliment. — Burton Cummings

Life becomes pleasurable when you are moving in the direction of your calling — Sunday Adelaja

Most economists, like doctors, are reluctant to make predictions, and those who make them are seldom accurate. The economy, like the human body, is a highly complex system whose workings are not thoroughly understood. — Alice Rivlin

Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all. — Charles Lamb

I feel like I'm quite versatile. I want to do lots of different styles. — Fleur East

His eyes are a clear, summer-blue lake that I can't see the bottom of. — Nicola Yoon

It is my belief, that we should not be too sure of having found Christ in ourselves until we have found him also in that part of humanity that is most remote from our own. — Thomas Merton

Ignoring her snit, Michael reached over to clasp her hand, holding it possessively. She spoke no words, but returned his squeeze. Perhaps this cloudless, perfect afternoon would be their last day together as allies. The house on Winslow Street was becoming a curse, and she could see no way forward for them. She leaned against his side, and he responded by lowering his cheek to rest against the top of her head. — Elizabeth Camden

Racing down the kingsroad, as if to outrun his doubts. — George R R Martin