Alfred Worden Quotes
Quietly, like a night bird, floating, soaring, wingless. We glide from shore to shore, curving and falling but not quite touching; Earth: a distant memory seen in an instant of repose, crescent shaped, ethereal, beautiful, I wonder which part is home, but I know it doesn't matter... the bond is there in my mind and memory; Earth: a small, bubbly balloon hanging delicately in the nothingness of space.
Alfred Worden
Quotes to Explore
They made and recorded a sort of institute and digest of anarchy, called the Rights of Man.
Edmund Burke
Better try to stay wide awake, or you might end up found dead by the lake.
Eminem
Every one who has a heart and eyes sees that you, working men, are obliged to pass your lives in want and in hard labor, which is useless to you, while other men, who do not work, enjoy the fruits of your labor-that you are the slaves of these men, and that this ought not to exist.
Leo Tolstoy
As the flashbulbs burst she holds a smile Like someone would hold a crying child Soon everybody will ask what became of you Your heart was dying fast and you didn't know what to do.
Ben Gibbard
Death Cab for Cutie
With a tongue like a razor he will kissthe mother, the child,and we three will color the stars blackin memory of his motherwho kept him chained to the food treeor turned him on and off like a water faucetand made women through all these hazy yearsthe enemy with a heart of lies.
Anne Sexton
Writers now are putting total faith in designers at Apple and Amazon. It's almost like a race-car driver having no input into how cars are designed.
Jonathan Safran Foer
I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.
Charles Dickens
That's gotta be one of the principles behind reality. Accepting things that are hard to comprehend, and leaving them that way.
Haruki Murakami
We will always have war until there is enough of every essential to support all lives everywhere around earth.
R. Buckminster Fuller
I never lose sight of the fact that just being is fun.
Katharine Hepburn
Quietly, like a night bird, floating, soaring, wingless. We glide from shore to shore, curving and falling but not quite touching; Earth: a distant memory seen in an instant of repose, crescent shaped, ethereal, beautiful, I wonder which part is home, but I know it doesn't matter... the bond is there in my mind and memory; Earth: a small, bubbly balloon hanging delicately in the nothingness of space.
Alfred Worden
