Fissured Quotes

#1. In the uproar, the confusion
of accents and inflections
how will you hear me when I open my mouth?
Look for me, one of the drab population
under fissured edifices, fractured
artifices. Make my various
names flock overhead,
I will follow you.

Li-Young Lee

#2. We want to think that there's an inviolable continuity among old friends, a bond that cannot be fissured despite years of lassitude and neglect. We want to believe that there's truth and solace in our memories, that there's meaning and purpose to the things that have happened to us.

Don Lee

#3. We should feel dissonance; we are, after all, immortals trapped in mortal surroundings. We lack unity because long ago a gap fissured open between our mortal and immortal parts; theologians trace the fault line back to the Fall.

Philip Yancey

#4. Modesty is not only an ornament, but also a guard to virtue.

Joseph Addison

#5. Any fool can "obey" an order,' Hamo said, darkly. 'The clever thing is to interpret it.

William Boyd

#6. At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

Albert Camus

#7. To study one good master till you understand him will teach you more than a superficial acquaintance with a thousand: power of criticism does not consist in knowing the names or the manner of many painters, but in discerning the excellence of a few.

John Ruskin

#8. Well ... That's what you always forget, isn't it? I mean, you forget to pay attention to what's happening. And that's the same as not being here and now.

Aldous Huxley

#9. The hopes of the Republic cannot forever tolerate either undeserved poverty or self-serving wealth.

Franklin D. Roosevelt

#10. I believe we will start believing in God as we get closer to death.

Howard Stern

#11. I knew from the time I could walk that I wanted to be an actor.

Joely Fisher

#12. Apple has an opening to say, 'The tools we are selling to you will enable you to do things rather than do things for you.' Google's vision is tools that will do things for you.

Evgeny Morozov

#13. You belong to them now. Vosch the sculptor, my body the clay, but not my spirit, never my soul. Unconquered. Uncrushed. Uncontained.

Rick Yancey