Zebediah Johnson Quotes & Sayings

To become an abstraction: The Mother, Down On One Knee. This was life after he came - she orbits him, I chart her movements. That she could call him a blessing, the sun in her sky. She was no more the girl that I'd married. — David Foster Wallace

In high school football, the coach kept me on the bench all year. On the last game of the season, the crowd was yelling, We want Youngman! We want Youngman! The coach says, Youngman - go see what they want! — Henny Youngman

As far as my relationship with President Putin is concerned, it's fine. — Gerhard Schroder

Why was the painting made? What ideas of the artist can we sense? Can the personality and sensitivity of the artist be felt when studying the work? What is the artist telling us about his or her feelings about the subject? What response do I get from the message of the artist? Do I know the artist better because of the painting? — Gerald Brommer

Now, when you play this game, even though you've never played it with me before, you're playing to get even - not with me but with what I represent to you, all those terrible people who cheated you out of your right to win. Then — Bernard De Koven

For there is no such thing:
Right person at the right time!
Instead with the right team,
Embrace Time that simply flies.
Never when meeting old friends
Does time really pass by?
In trust and truth they make amends
So Time they can really defy.
Hence, no one denies then:
In all it revitalizes.
Principled friendship never dies! — Ana Claudia Antunes

Deem not life a thing of consequence. For look at the yawning void of the future, and at that other limitless space, the past. — Marcus Aurelius

Inferno: Canto XIII
Not yet had Nessus reached the other side,
When we had put ourselves within a wood,
That was not marked by any path whatever.
Not foliage green, but of a dusky colour,
Not branches smooth, but gnarled and intertangled,
Not apple-trees were there, but thorns with poison.
Such tangled thickets have not, nor so dense,
Those savage wild beasts, that in hatred hold
'Twixt Cecina and Corneto the tilled places.
There do the hideous Harpies make their nests,
Who chased the Trojans from the Strophades,
With sad announcement of impending doom;
Broad wings have they, and necks and faces human,
And feet with claws, and their great bellies fledged;
They make laments upon the wondrous trees. — Dante Alighieri

Well, I am glad you boys didn't try to use my saws, or we would really have a mess," Big Tim teased. — Gretchen Preston