Button Poetry Quotes

#1. Work seemed something fundamental for man, something which enabled him to endure the aimless flight of time.

Kobo Abe

#2. Everything that is dead quivers. Not only the things of poetry, stars, moon, wood, flowers, but even a white trouser button glittering out of a puddle in the street ... Everything has a secret soul, which is silent more often than it speaks.

Wassily Kandinsky

#3. I seem to be inside a kind of artificial environment. Almost like a ... a simulacrum of Reiden Lake.

Christa Faust

#4. The real secret to a life of abundance is to stop spending your days searching for security and to start spending your time pursuing opportunity.

Robin Sharma

#5. All aesthetic judgment is really cultural evaluation.

Susan Sontag

#6. We are in a prison of our own minds holding our own chains around us. We create our oligarchs and fight for their right to oppress us.

Heather Marsh

#7. It's impossible to write and produce a record when your parents are dying. I really tried, I really, really tried, but it just wouldn't come.

Anita Baker

#8. Duffers who consistently shank their balls are urged to buy and study Shanks - No Thanks by R.K. Hoffman, or in extreme cases, M.S. Howard's excellent Tennis for Beginners.

Henry Beard

#9. This is the gate between the living and the dead", he said. "You are still living. The others on the grounds died very long time ago."
A chill ran through me. "And you?"
"Me?" The corner of his mouth twitched. "I rule the dead. I am not one of them

Aimee Carter

#10. Love needs to be proved by action.

Therese Of Lisieux

#11. I think ultimately what makes the show is not the reality but the drama.

Michael Loceff

#12. It seems as though mankind has forgotten the laws of its divine Saviour, Who preached love and forgiveness of injuries - and that men attribute the greatest merit to skill in killing one another.

Leo Tolstoy

#13. The wealthy and satisfied do not migrate, they stagnate.

Louis L'Amour

#14. like all of her, wrong sex, wrong class, wrong attitude...

Melissa Scott

#15. The final notes of the funeral march dropped like violets onto the tomb of the hero

Jose Saramago