#dish

Nixon was the most dishonest individual I have ever met in my life. He lied to his wife, his family, his friends, his colleagues in the Congress, lifetime members of his own political party, the American people and the world. ↗

— Barry Goldwater

#american people #colleagues #congress #dishonest #ever

I heard Yiddish when my father's family came to the house, which was as seldom as my mother could arrange it. ↗

— Joseph Greenberg

#came #could #family #father #heard

Living in that childish wonder is a most beautiful feeling - I can so well remember it. There was always something more - behind and beyond everything - to me, the golden spectacles were very, very big. ↗

— Kate Greenaway

#beautiful #behind #beyond #big #childish

My father who in this case was an obsessive life-long storyteller, and by a very peculiar trick of my father's. My father would tell a very, very long story, and the punch line would be in Yiddish. ↗

— Stephen Greenblatt

#father #life-long #line #long #long story

When I was five years old, my parents gave me a magic chest. I learned to cast spells, although of a childish kind, before I had learned to read and write. ↗

— Wolfgang Hildesheimer

#before #cast #chest #childish #five

Neither do I think that I ever put any dishonour upon you. ↗

— Anne Hutchinson

#dishonour #ever #i #i think #neither

These songs are old friends I have entertained myself with when I'm washing the dishes, driving to the store and walking down the aisles. The ones that you sing when you're driving in the car and as a singer you always go back to them. ↗

— Al Jarreau

#always #back #car #dishes #down

Your mama coming back. Just cause you cant sees a person aint mean nothing. They still there. You worry you never gonna find your mama but she gonna come to you. Close your eyes. I bets you see her good. ↗

— Nancy Rawles

#inspirational #life-lessons #love #slavery #inspirational

When you turn from one room to the next, when your animal senses no longer perceive the sounds of the dishwasher, the ticking clock, the smell of a chicken roasting - the kitchen and all its seemingly discrete bits dissolve into nothingness - or into waves of probability. ↗

— Robert Lanza

#bits #chicken #clock #discrete #dishwasher

Men are able to trust one another, knowing the exact degree of dishonesty they are entitled to expect. ↗

— Stephen Leacock

#able #another #degree #dishonesty #entitled