Weiskittel Quotes & Sayings

The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct. — Antonin Artaud

I know I have to write about the things that keep me awake at night. — Barbara Kingsolver

I know their unstinted devotion to the free-market economy, provided it's their freedom and somebody else's economy. — John Le Carre

My work is about life as you and I experience it. You're either lucky or you're not lucky; either your relationship works or it doesn't. — Mike Leigh

You spend enough time with someone, you're going to have your run-ins. — Patrick Kane

No matter how hard and faithfully we may try we can never compensate another for some lack in his or her life. — Rachel Field

Each soul has its own note to sing in the divine chorus and no voice is more important than another. (94) — Prem Prakash

I wasn't really an old-time breakdown fiddler. — Johnny Gimble

If there's one thing Gus Uhlenbeek's got, it's pace and determination. — Ray Houghton

Doubt must be no more than vigilance, otherwise it can become dangerous. — Georg C. Lichtenberg

I no longer teach law. But when I did I advised my students that they should never accept a case if it meant that by doing so you couldn't sleep at night. — Christopher Darden

It doesn't matter," she explains to Miss J. "I want to be where you are. And I don't know the way back to wherever I was before, anyway. I don't even remember it. All I remember is the block, and you. You're ... " Now it's Melanie's turn to hesitate. She doesn't know the words for this. "You're my bread," she says at last. "When I'm hungry. I don't mean that I want to eat you, Miss Justineau! I really don't! I'd rather die than do that. I just mean ... you fill me up the way the bread does to the man in the song. You make me feel like I don't need anything else. — M.R. Carey

Suffering is not a problem that needs a solution as much as it's an experience that needs compassion. Because — Ann Voskamp

When the veil of death has been drawn between us and the objects of our regard, how quick-sighted do we become to their merits, and how bitterly do we remember words, or even looks, of unkindness which may have escaped in our intercourse with them. — Reginald Heber