Zanutto Engineering Quotes & Sayings

Nay, are there not moods which shall find no expression unless there be men who dare to mix heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland together, or even to set the heads of beasts to the bodies of men, or to thrust the souls of men into the heart of rocks? — W.B.Yeats

Who's a** is this?" Mo asked ...
"Mine!" Mykel shouted.
Mo stilled and then laughed. Mykel thought about what he said and then felt his face heat up from embarrassment. "I mean yours."
"God, I love you," Mo said ... — Stormy Glen

If we are going to have to worry all the time that we might offend some students' sensibilities, we are not going to be able to teach in a way that actually matters. We're not going to be able to teach about sex, gender, race, religion, or violence. — Alice Dreger

I hope to find the roles that are age appropriate but not yearning to be younger, or parenting ad nauseam. — Debra Winger

I'm going to go away on vacation, I'm going to try to get away from the phone, away from scripts. I think it's important to sit back and think about what you want. — Parker Stevenson

Our culture has forgotten what the Founders knew: The American experiment is a moral, not just a political, exercise. — Charles Colson

As the years go by, you get to know yourself better and learn what works for you. — Marie Helvin

The most learned, acute, and diligent student cannot, in the longest life, obtain an entire knowledge of this one volume. — Walter Scott

The most DIFFICULT thing for individuals to do when they become part of a team is to sacrifice, it is much EASIER to be selfish. — Pat Riley

Don't worry about whether you might be wrong someday. Worry about whether you're right now. Tomorrow can wait. — Cora Carmack

Thousands of geniuses live and die undiscovered - either by themselves or by others. — Mark Twain

He reached out to cup her elbow. Best to move slowly, to communicate that she could refuse him. The choice was hers. Her luminous eyes remained fixed on his. Her lips parted as he trailed his hand from the point of her elbow to her wrist. God. Her bare skin, that small, vulnerable patch exposed between cuff and glove, was indescribably soft. His thumb rubbed her pulse once, twice. A small noise came from her, the loosening of her breath, a sound as meaningful as the shushing of silk as a dress fell to the floor. This was how it began: how a woman came undone. — Meredith Duran