Jeered At Crossword Quotes

#1. We don't want to be the conquistadors. We want to be Charles Darwin.

Lydia Millet

#2. People want movies to be one thing or another; they want it be fact or fiction.

Laurel Nakadate

#3. That one most perilous and long voyage ended, only begins a second; and a second ended, only begins a third, and so on, for ever and for aye. Such is the endlessness, yea, the intolerableness of all earthly effort.

Herman Melville

#4. The best leaders want to leverage all the capabilities of the people in their organization.

Mark Miller

#5. It started to rain. Fat, heavy drops of summer rain - the kind that always struck her as vaguely lewd and debauched. Little potbellied drunkards, those summer raindrops, chortling on their way to earth and crashing open with glee.

Tessa Dare

#6. I think perfectionism is based on the obsessive belief that if you run carefully enough, hitting each stepping-stone just right, you won't have to die.

Anne Lamott

#7. Any society that produces twice as many lawyers as it does poets and preachers is doomed.

John Fogarty

#8. What's up, gangstas? It's the M-I-Double-Tizzle.

Mitt Romney

#9. Inheritance trumps inamorata.

Sarah MacLean

#10. CHAPTER TWO In Which Inventors Have Powerful Dimples Imogene

Gail Carriger

#11. It is a rule of mine never to ask unsolicited questions of people over twenty-one. I am only giving them the option of lying if they choose to. They would tell me the truth without my asking if they wanted me to know. To me that's fair enough.

Dorothy West

#12. We do not truly own our thoughts or experiences until we have negotiated them with ourselvesand for this writing is the prime medium.

Carl Bereiter

#13. You don't study photography, you just do it.

Elliott Erwitt

#14. Photography is a bridge between science and art. It brings to science what it needs most, the artistic sense, and to art the proof that nothing can be imagined which cannot be matched in the counterpoints of nature.

Ernst Haas

#15. come, ancient and unchanging night
Night, born as dethroned king,
Night, internally equal to silence, Night.
With sequins of volatile starlight
Woven on your robe with infinity
Come quietly
Come fleet-footed
Come alone.

Pierre Peju