Sackful Quotes

#1. A sackful of human flesh that lives off its nostalgia for other forgettable things until it comes face to face with what really matters, at which point it shivers like an engine before cutting out.

Miljenko Jergovic

#2. I made these Sierra trips, carrying only a sackful of bread with a little tea and sugar, and was thus independent and free ...

John Muir

#3. I know no one is perfect, that behind every facade of perfection is a writhing mess of subterfuge and secret sorrows ... but even taking that into account, Noah was pretty much perfect.

Maureen Johnson

#4. Set in a nameless colonial country, in an unspecified era, Katie Kitamura's second novel tracks the fortunes of a landowning family during the first waves of civil unrest.

Sarah Hall

#5. History unravels; circumstances, following their natural inclination, prefer to remain ravelled.

Penelope Lively

#6. I don't mind watching plays once in a while, but as long as I don't have to be in them.

Alan Arkin

#7. I begin to suspect," said the curate, after a pause, "that the common transactions of life are the most sacred channels for the spread of the heavenly leaven.

George MacDonald

#8. Women asking for raises should not only know their value, but they should ask with the confidence that they're helping the company to be successful.

Kirsten Gillibrand

#9. The John Birch Society is Communism's greatest ally. With its help we will divide and confuse the American people until they have lost faith in their Government, their nation has ceased to be a major world power, and their country is ripe for revolution.

Nikita Khrushchev

#10. I remember the master, before he fell into a doze, stroking her bonny hair - it pleased him rarely to see her gentle - and saying - 'Why canst thou not always be a good lass, Cathy?' And she turned her face up to his, and laughed, and answered, 'Why cannot you always be a good man, father?

Emily Bronte

#11. I have sinned against my brother the ass.

Francis Of Assisi

#12. I sell my children, and though they feed me, they don't love me as hers do.

Louisa May Alcott

#13. In my head, I wanted to be Madonna, but the music I was writing on paper was not what you'd choreograph dancers in costumes to. It was more coffee-house stuff.

Bonnie McKee