Wildflowers And Weeds Quotes & Sayings

All drugs should be legal. War is wrong. The rich get richer. The poor get poorer. Thank you. I'll be here all week. — Bill Hicks

It's much more interesting to embrace who you really are rather than waste energy pretending to be someone else. — Adam Levine

The ancient Greeks kept women athletes out of their games. They wouldn't even let them on the sidelines. I'm not sure but that they were right. — Avery Brundage

Dance music was on its arse before we came along. — Sergio Pizzorno

I really want readers to put themselves into the shoes of each character. So the opening lines are an orienting technique: this is where you are, this is who you are. Go. — Alissa Nutting

There is no way to understand the character of the taboo rules, except as a survival from some previous more elaborate cultural background. We know also and as a consequence that any theory which makes the taboo rules ... intelligible just as they are without any reference to their history is necessarily a false theory ... why should we think about [the theories of] analytic moral philosophers such as Moore, Ross, Prichard, Stevenson, Hare and the rest in any different way? ... Why should we think about our modern use of good, right and obligatory in any different way from that in which we think about late eighteenth-century Polynesian uses of taboo? — Alasdair MacIntyre

I can still recall the thrill of shooting my first film. — Conrad Hall

I just...I'm really freaked out."
Her expression softened and she covered my fingers with her own. "I know. The joking in the face of death thing kind of gave it away. — Rachel Hawkins

After owning books, almost the next best thing is talking about them. — Charles Nodier

But American Christians are going to have to come to terms with the brute fact that we live in a culture, one in which our beliefs make increasingly little sense. We speak a language that the world more and more either cannot hear or finds offensive to its ears. — Rod Dreher

[C]locks indeed must have thier sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity? — Truman Capote

I tried to turn my heart to the living, to the place I was, but putting seed in land not owned by me or my family seemed alien. The sandy, gray-white soil looked like dirty beach sand, not fit for growing anything. It smelled like dust. Yet weeds and trees and wildflowers grew along the roads. When we drove into town, we passed dense, impenetrable woods and fields of corn, peas, and peppers. Such new combinations of seemingly poor soil and happy flora puzzled me. Everywhere I went, I picked up the dirt, examining it for clues. Bringing anything out of such soil would require a whole new language on my part. I imagined there must be something richer and darker under the gray sand, or some trick the farmers all knew. Trick or no trick, what I had always been able to do well now seemed inaccessible. Still, I searched the yard around our house for the best spot to plant my fall garden. — Rhonda Riley

I am a maker of useful things. — Eva Zeisel

The chance of any species reaching and then surviving on an island as distant as one of the Hawaiian chain is infinitesimal, but despite the extraordinary odds, plants and seeds found their way ashore, carried by the tide or blown by trade winds, inside birds or in their feathers, in the branches of trees and in the jetsam of sunken ships. — Susanna Moore