Warren Island Quotes & Sayings

That even in the face of the most shocking tragedy of my life, I could exert some control over its impact. — Sheryl Sandberg

That summer we had been absolutely alone, together, even when people were around, the only inhabitants of the kind of floating island or magic carpet which being in love is. — Robert Penn Warren

We're not trying to be the only route into teaching. We do put enormous energy into understanding what differentiates the most successful teachers. — Wendy Kopp

Climbing is so fun and such a good experience, that I think it's important not to take it too seriously. It's not the end of the world - or the entire world either. — Chris Sharma

General Washington had rather incautiously encamped the bulk of his army on Long Island - a large and plentiful district about two miles from the city of New York. — Mercy Otis Warren

By the time I'm old, I'm sure I'll have lived a full enough life. I think we're mortal for a reason. Life gets tiring, man! — Edward Furlong

Dr. Warren was of the mental build of the man whose life would be interesting and full of outlook if it were spent on a desert island or in the Bastille. — Frances Hodgson Burnett

I hate people who collect things and classify things and give them names and then forget all about them. That's what people are always doing in art. They call a painter an impressionist or a cubist or something and then they put him in a drawer and don't see him as a living individual painter any more. — John Fowles

Private problems don't constitute an excuse for bad manners. — Margaret Millar

Through salvation our past has been forgiven, our present is given meaning, and out future is secured. — Rick Warren

I'm the anti indie-rocker. My stuff isn't ironic. — Sxip Shirey

Sidney: The woman took a seat to reorganize, and Lucy cataloged an almost perfectly symmetrical face with cheekbones that could part hair. The woman's pale face hid underneath the lip-gloss and mascara that ran interference, distracting onlookers from a sagging spirit. She was dressed in a baggie sweater and jeans that made her look like a casual starlet waiting for the paparazzi to snap her photo. — Ann Garvin

He lay still, his bloodshot eyes staring blankly before him, and drifted into dreams of his problems, compulsively living out dialogues, summing up emotional scenes with his mother, Dot, and his friends. Repeatedly he chided himself to go to sleep, but it did no good, for he was hungry for these waking visions that depicted his dilemmas, yet he knew that such brooding did not help; in fact he was wasting his waning strength, for into these unreal dramas he was putting the whole of his ardent being. The long hours dragged on. — Richard Wright