Zuercher Portal Quotes & Sayings

Nature ... has buried truth deep in the bottom of the sea. — Democritus

Visited the twenty-four-flavor table went on to buy jam. In contrast, shoppers who visited the six-flavor table were more able to decide which jar was right for them, with about 30 percent leaving the store with jam in hand. — Meg Jay

Choice, not circumstances, determines your success. — Robert T. Kiyosaki

McCarthyism is Americanism with its sleeves rolled. — Joseph R. McCarthy

Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail. — Wallace Stevens

I was always impressed by how much my dad went out in the yard and played with me and my siblings when we were kids. I'm sure he was tired coming back from work, since he traveled a lot. But he always took time out of his day to go out in the yard. — Andrew Luck

John Stuart was the quintessence of soft rather than hardcore, a woolly minded man of mush in striking contrast to his steel-edged father. — Murray Rothbard

ATTACHMENT
If there is attachment, there are desires. If there is no attachment, there are no desires. If there are no desires, there is no possibility of anger, hatred, aversion envy or sorrow. — Sirshree

Horatia put a gloved hand on his arm. He didn't even seem to notice. "Charles, are you unwell?"
He tensed. "No, I'm well enough. There's much to give me worry these days. Don't fret on my behalf."
She stared at him for a long moment, wondering if she ought to inquire further as to the nature of his distress. Charles was always close-lipped when it came to such things. Her brother always claimed Charles couldn't keep a secret, but Horatia knew better. When it came to matters of the heart, the Earl of Lonsdale could remain silent forever. She turned her attention to the streets again.

-Horatia & Charles. His Wicked Seduction — Lauren Smith

But now, when he smiles at you, his eyes smile too — Tillie Cole

A good poem is not completely a poem until it has received a critical response that grows out of the poem in an almost biological way. — Michael Longley

Anyone who wants to help me doesn't. Anyone who wants to kill me might. Anyone who wants to love me better not. — Henry Rollins