Vasilatos Quotes & Sayings

We did not, of course, speak Mandarin, but the question "What the hell do you think you're doing?" has a familiar ring in any language. The mere idea of even attempting to account for ourselves defeated us. We settled instead for explaining, by means of elaborate mime and sign language, that we were barking mad. This worked. He accepted it, but then hung around in the background to watch us anyway. — Douglas Adams

The women are stepping up their degree of difficulty more than the men. A lot of us do the same dives as the men now. — Laura Wilkinson

Their love wanted to fix her, and refused to see that she wasn't broken. — Seanan McGuire

Love can bear anything better than ridicule. — Caitlin Thomas

Expectancy of anything is always oppressive. When — Henryk Sienkiewicz

I am an ape forced to play the lion. — Gregory The Great

Meaning beginns in the words, in the action, continues in your head and ends nowhere. There is no end to meaning. Meaning which is resolved, parcelled, labelled and ready for export is dead, impartient - and meaningless. — Pfister

During the first nineteen months of my life I had caught glimpses of broad, green fields, a luminous sky, trees and flowers which the darkness that followed could not wholly blot out. If we have once seen, "the day is ours, and what the day has shown." — Helen Keller

Moreover, the abundance of chemical compounds and their importance in daily life hindered the chemist from investigating the question, in what does the individuality of the atoms of different elements consist. — Johannes Stark

The lesson taught by the war was clear: to be human is to be small, powerless, and subject to the forces of randomness. — David J. Morris

I'm delighted by how Nobody's Fool turned out. It was a rare movie. — Richard Russo

I just write when fear overtakes me. — Fran Lebowitz

What distresses me at times is that I meet a lot of people in their 40's, 50's, 60's, who still say they're a victim of child abuse. — Dave Pelzer

No one had told her this would happen, that her girlishness would give way to the solid force of wifehood, motherhood. The choices available were all imperfect. If you chose to be with someone, you often wanted to be alone. If you chose to be alone, you often felt the unbearable need for another body - not necessarily for sex, but just to rub your foot, to sit across the table, to drop his things around the room in a way that was maddening but still served as a reminder that he was there. — Meg Wolitzer