Yenilenmez Quotes & Sayings

Seed biscuits and milk! I hated Mrs. Mullet's seed biscuits the way Saint Paul hated sin. Perhaps even more so. I wanted to clamber up onto the table, and with a sausage on the end of a fork as my scepter, shout in my best Laurence Olivier voice, 'Will no one rid us of this turbulent pastry cook? — Alan Bradley

I think what makes good children's books is putting the same care and effort into it as if I was writing for adults. I don't write anything - put anything in my books - that I'd be embarrassed to put in an adult book. — Louis Sachar

May be there are entire worlds where there are no fences, where feeling bears you like a tide. — Jodi Picoult

Listen to me instead of your financial manager: It's okay to spend money, to save it, to give it away, to worry over it. It's just money. Your only enemy in life is time. Do be miser with time: hoard it, treasure it, don't squander a single minute of it. — Cassandra King

Do you know the opportunity you get when you fail? It is starting again - an opportunity to perform better. — Ogwo David Emenike

President Bush spoke with the Amish. He didn't want to, but it was the only group he could find that wasn't upset about the high price of gas. — Jay Leno

Every genuine work of art has as much reason for being as the earth and the sun. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Nothing can stop the power of an informed citizenry when it is empowered, organized, and motivated. — Ralph Nader

That man would betray his own shadow. And for what? A child's tale.'
'Is it?' Mag looked at her. 'Is it only a tale?'
For a moment, the purple eyes grew dark, black as the little rags of shadows that Mag saw on empty streets or patches of barren ground, attached to nothing, seemingly blown at random from some place adrift in light. — Patricia A. McKillip

Poetry arises from the desire to get beyond the finite and the historical - the human world of violence and difference - and to reach the transcendent or divine. You're moved to write a poem, you feel called upon to sing, because of that transcendent impulse. But as soon as you move from that impulse to the actual poem, the song of the infinite is compromised by the finitude of its terms. — Ben Lerner