Unclenches Quotes & Sayings

The French hold onto their traditions. I was always so alienated in America. My work was this constant reaction to that. — Robert Crumb

You don't get what you want, you get what you can — Bangambiki Habyarimana

You drive me crazy sometimes, but I'd rather be crazy with you for the rest of my life, than spend another day without you. — Jessie Evans

Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. — Thomas A. Edison

It is not enough to celebrate Christmas. We need to be changed and shaped by what we are celebrating. If our spiritual life is no better in spite of all our praying, fasting, and church services, then we have not yet begun to fully respond to the significance of Advent and of the Nativity. — Vassilios Papavassiliou

To be used in a part without depth is a frustrating feeling, when you know you have something to give. — Jacqueline Bisset

When I was starting, I was very much influenced by the straight up, eyes to camera style of August Sander. He is really the only one. Had I known then the work of people like Ken Russell, Vivian Maier, Helen Levitt, and Steven Berkoff, they would undoubtedly have influenced me too. — Derek Ridgers

I went to a public school in Oak Harbor, Ohio, and it's a very rural community. I was an artist kid, and I just didn't fit in very well. — Crystal Bowersox

When anyone makes comments that are offensive to you, would you be willing to do the teaching? — Iyanla Vanzant

Eid is not for the one who wears #new clothes. Eid is for the one whose obedience rises. Eid is not for the one with beautiful clothes and fine means of transport, Eid is for the one whose sins are forgiven. — Ibn Rajab

It was the pleasure that a liar takes in his lie as it enters the world wearing the accent and raiment of the truth, sounding so right and plausible that
if he is any kind of liar at all
he begins, himself, to believe it. It was the pleasure that a maker of golems takes as the force of his words, the rhythm and accuracy of his alphabetical spells, blow life into the cold clay nostrils, and the great stony hand unclenches and reaches for his own. — Michael Chabon

Painted and smiling, I balance on my trapeze. Luka is poised ten metres away, his muscles shining under the lights. The wooden circles in his earlobes twitch as his jaw clenches, unclenches, clenches. — Kirsty Logan