A Quote by Andrew Lam

I am hopeful that the pendulum swings toward seeing immigrants in favorable terms once more. — © Andrew Lam
I am hopeful that the pendulum swings toward seeing immigrants in favorable terms once more.
In terms of our democracy, we are sort of shrugging our shoulders and saying, oh dear, Guantánamo, that's so awful, that's so awful, but it's here. The pendulum usually swings from left to right and then right to left, but there are so many people in power who have taken the pendulum and just pinned it to the right that there is a fear that it's never going to swing back.
I look fashionable every day. And the pendulum swings between more, or less, edgy when I'm with bankers.
Politics swings like a pendulum.
The pendulum swings between Light and Darkness
The everyday cares and duties, which men call drudgery, are the weights and counterpoises of the clock of time, giving its pendulum a true vibration and its hands a regular motion; and when they cease to hang upon its wheels, the pendulum no longer swings, the hands no longer move the clock stands still.
Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.
History has always been a series of pendulum swings, but the individual doesn't have to get caught in that.
A scale is only in balance for a brief second. Inevitably the pendulum swings. It's impossible to maintain.
The pendulum of mathematics swings back and forth towards abstraction and away from it with a timing that remains to be estimated.
Politics is a pendulum whose swings between anarchy and tyranny are fueled by perennially rejuvenated illusions.
I have to do the work of self-love and affirmation, and say, "I am a woman, I am a person of color, I am the granddaughter of immigrants, I am also the descendant of slaves, I am a mother, I am an entrepreneur, I am an artist, and I'm joyful." And maybe in seeing my joy, you can finish your sentence with, "And I am joyful too."
The country has come a long way in race relations, but the pendulum swings so far back. Everyone wants to be so sensitive.
Maybe love is like a pendulum. It swings back and forth, slowly, steadily, and sometimes you don't know where it will come to rest.
It's strange how the human mind swings back and forth, from one extreme to another. Does truth lie at some point of the pendulum's swing, at a point where it never rests, not in the dull perpendicular mean where it dangles in the end like a windless flag, but at an angle, nearer one extreme than another? If only a miracle could stop the pendulum at an angle of sixty degrees, one would believe the truth was there.
If the pendulum swings, it may swing to a combination of Conservatives and Liberal Democrats and, thus, to a period of minority government or coalition, in some form.
The more prose I wrote, the more the pendulum swung back toward the middle, merging some poetic sensibilities with the more fundamental elements of creative prose.
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