Weddings Greetings Quotes & Sayings

You're sending some confusing signals." Curran growled deep in his throat. "That's impressive but not really informative, Your Furriness. — Ilona Andrews

We are the slaves of objects around us, and appear little or important according as these contract or give us room to expand. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Writing is powerful. Whether it's a little girl hiding from the Nazis in an attic, or Amnesty International writing letters on behalf of political prisoners, the power of telling stories is usually what causes change. — Erin Gruwell

We didn't understand irony yet in the '80s; we just kind of existed at face value, so there was no nerd cool yet because the digital revolution was still in its infancy. — Chris Hardwick

Google, as the supplier of the Web's principal navigational tools, also shapes our relationship with the content that it serves up so efficiently and in such profusion. The intellectual technologies it has pioneered promote the speedy, superficial skimming of information and discourage any deep, prolonged engagement with a single argument, idea, or narrative. — Nicholas Carr

True luxury is being able to own your time - to be able to take a walk, sit on your porch, read the paper, not take the call, not be compelled by obligation. — Ashton Kutcher

I was born when the Dead Sea was still sick. — Steven Tyler

The man was a liar, and all of us his victims. The bottom floor was for a new wife, — Rafia Zakaria

Do we? Our problem is whatever wedges between us and God. — Toni Sorenson

The United States is not, nor has ever been, anything close to a fascist country. — Timothy Noah

Kindness, quite simply, is the rent we must pay for the space we occupy on this planet. — Robin S. Sharma

The call to protect life - and not merely life but another's identity; it is perhaps not too much to say another's soul - was obvious in its sacredness. — Paul Kalanithi

Travel had seemed the key to the kingdom, back then. One dreamed of a life that would enable travel. Howard looked through his window at a lamp-post buried to its waist in show supporting two chained-up, frozen bikes, identifiable only by the tips of their handlebars. He imagined waking up this morning and digging his bike out of the snow and riding to a proper job, the kind Belseys had had for generations, and found he couldn't imagine it. This interested Howard, for a moment: the idea that he could no longer gauge the luxuries of his own life. — Zadie Smith