Wordanistas Quotes & Sayings

From the beginning, I wanted to live my own life, and patiently I shored up that desire against wind and tide. — Ella Maillart

When you start liking pain things start to get interesting. — Jenny Holzer

I was in Nashville, Tennessee, and I saw - we talk about crumbling bridges - I saw one, concrete literally falling onto the underpass below, threatening auto traffic. — Anthony Foxx

There's a house across the river, but alas, I cannot swim
I'll live my life regretting that I never jumped in — Laura Marling

There is never a problem without a solution. It's just that you don't see it because fear, insecurity and lack of passion make you blind. — Abhishek Krishnan

A hundred children, a hundred individuals who are people
not people-to-be, not people of tomorrow, but people now, right now
today. — Janusz Korczak

Therefore: In dwelling, choose modest quarters, in thinking, value stillness, in dealing with others, be kind, in choosing words, be sincere, in leading, be just, in working, be competent, in acting, choose the correct timing. Follow these words and there will be no error. — Laozi

Make acting seem real and as if it weren't acting. Just make it real. — Joseph Mazzello

And that brings us to tonight's word: Truthiness. Now I'm sure some of the word-police, the 'wordanistas' over at Websters, are gonna say, 'Hey, that's not a word!' Well, anybody who knows me knows that I am no fan of dictionaries or reference books. They're elitist. Constantly telling us what is or isn't true, what did or didn't happen. — Stephen Colbert

We derive immeasurable good, uncounted pleasures, enormous security, and many critical lessons about life by owning dogs. — Roger Caras

There were tiny loaves for dolls, and warm dinner rolls, and long French bread, and braided rings of bread, and thick loaves as big and round as wagon wheels, and even entire wheat-colored cottages of crusty bread which when you lived in them were more like yeasty caves in a gigantic mountain of bread, and all you had to do in order to feed your self in heaven was pull a hank of soft, moist bread right out of the wall. — Jack Gantos