Borchert Patio Quotes

#1. Furthermore, we should keep all things only as if they had been merely lent and not given to us, without any sense of possessiveness, whether it be our body or soul, our senses, faculties, worldly goods or honour, friends, relations, house or home or anything whatsoever.

Meister Eckhart

#2. The business of Hollywood, if you don't have other things going on, it will eat you up and spit you out ... If you take what those people and that social structure think of you - if you let it govern your life - you might as well just kill yourself.

Morgan Fairchild

#3. My name is on the thing, but the reality of it is, when I get up there on stage, I'm part of a band. I'm part of a unit. It's like a basketball team.

David Sanborn

#4. A Chinese poet many centuries ago noticed that to re-create something in words is like being alive twice.

Frances Mayes

#5. No affair that begins with such an orchestrated overture can end on a simple note.

Sloane Crosley

#6. Love is the productive form of relatedness to others and to oneself. It implies responsibility, care, respect. If it isn't productive and respectful, it isn't love, but only fear masquerading as love.

Erich Fromm

#7. I write songs to turn myself into something else. And then I become that, and I want to become something else.

Mika.

#8. If you understood everything I say, you'd be me!

Miles Davis

#9. I would not run as a one-issue candidate. Anybody who does that is declaring himself to be marginal.

John Bolton

#10. What's wrong with living in a dream world? You have to wake up.

Sue Monk Kidd

#11. [T]he army of wrongness rampant in the world might as well march over me.

Truman Capote

#12. Though I am otherwise relentlessly normal, I have one peculiarity: I get along well only with people who are smarter than me.

Elizabeth Bear

#13. If, presume not to God to scan; The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, a being darkly wise, and rudely great.

Alexander Pope

#14. The doleful, ugly sounds became entangled in his whiskers.

Maxim Gorky