Weaves Silk Quotes & Sayings

Busy work brings after ease; Ease brings sport and sport brings rest; For young and old, of all degrees, The mingled lot is best. — Joanna Baillie

The truth is, there are not two kinds of people. There's only one: the kind that loves to divide up into gangs who hate each other's guts. Both conservatives and liberals agree among themselves, on their respective message boards, in uncannily identical language, that their opponents lack any self-awareness or empathy, the ability to see the other side of an argument or to laugh at themselves. Which would seem to suggest that they're both correct. — Tim Kreider

Learn from the ants- how a tiny heart is big enough to love, help and care about another living existence. — Munia Khan

The great library that Google is rushing to create shouldn't be confused with the libraries we've known up until now. It's not a library of books. It's a library of snippets. — Nicholas Carr

I was just, you know, kind of getting racist jokes, kind of being isolated from the group. So it was definitely hard. I would come home at night and just cry my eyes out, — Gabby Douglas

Give something that wasn't expected. — John Madden

Innovators reimagine our world in so many areas. We need them to help reimagine what government can and should be. — Cory Booker

Since most of us are stubborn to admit that we made a mistake, we would rather settle for what we bought. — Anna Agoncillo

Instead of seeking success we should look for fulfillment. And fulfillment is giving total attention to the process of living. — Satish Kumar

Job 28 is a magnificent poem that engages the modern technology narrative head-on. — Timothy J. Keller

Everyone wants the two characters to be together, but then once they are, it's not that much fun. — Shelley Long

It is not really difficult to construct a series of inferences, each dependent upon its predecessor and each simple in itself. If, after doing so, one simply knocks out all the central inferences and presents one's audience with the starting-point and the conclusion, one may produce a startling, though perhaps a meretricious, effect. — Arthur Conan Doyle

A small state increases by concord; the greatest falls gradually to ruin by dissension. — Sallust

Sonnet V
I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place
patiently the river asks for its share of the drizzle
and, bit by bit, a tomorrow passing in poems approaches
so I carry faraway's land and it carries me on travel's road
On a mare made of your virtues, my soul weaves
a natural sky made of your shadows, one chrysalis at a time.
I am the son of what you do in the earth, son of my wounds
that have lit up the pomegranate blossoms in your closed-up gardens
Out of jasmine the night's blood streams white. Your perfume,
my weakness and your secret, follows me like a snakebite. And your hair
is a tent of wind autumn in color. I walk along with speech
to the last of the words a bedouin told a pair of doves
I palpate you as a violin palpates the silk of the faraway time
and around me and you sprouts the grass of an ancient place - anew — Mahmoud Darwish