Lynn Cullen Quotes & Sayings

The principled man is merely one whose ancestors were ruthlessly unprincipled, affording him the option of acting upon fine sentiments. — Lynn Cullen

I am a poet. Words are my currency. — Lynn Cullen

It is my belief that marriage is made holy by two souls in communion, not by the order of the law. — Lynn Cullen

Tell me," said Miss Fuller, "who is behind a great woman?" She looked around our circle, then stopped at me. "That's right. No one. She has to get there by herself. — Lynn Cullen

Magdalena pulls me away by the arm. "I am the stronger one of Titus and I," she says over the marketplace din. "Woman are always the stronger sex." She smiles to herself. "The trick is not appearing to be so. — Lynn Cullen

Whenever you see this much wealth, assume that someone dirtied his hands. Fortunes don't come to saints. — Lynn Cullen

Madness," he said quietly, "is as a drop of ink in water. It sends sly tendrils from the afflicted person into everyone around until all are shaded in black. Soon one does not know who is mad and who is not. — Lynn Cullen

I had come to realize that you must do what you must for your children, even it if called for the sacrifice of your very soul. — Lynn Cullen

To say that he 'nailed a subject's soul to the canvas' makes the assumption that we persons, as well as artists, can see one another's souls.
Maybe we do. Maybe we all have the ability to perceive another's soul, and do so every day, only we take it for granted, and don't even know it when we're doing it. We call it knowing someone's 'character' or 'personality. — Lynn Cullen

How quickly the world changes, yet we are so busy trying to live that we don't notice it. And yet, it does not change quickly enough. — Lynn Cullen

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.' — Lynn Cullen

What did I expect him to say
that he would leave his wife? To do so was the province of fiction. Real life was not as easy as that. — Lynn Cullen

First you must believe there is a soul."
"Do you?"
"If by a soul one means the creature who lives within each of us, a creature born loving, born joyful, but who with each wordly blow shrinks more deeply into its shell until at last, the poor desiccated thing is unrecognizable, even to its own self, yes. I do. — Lynn Cullen

Pay attention to fate, Mrs. Osgood. It will always have the last word. — Lynn Cullen

Fortunate is the person who can succeed in extracting honey from such a flower as this life, whose root and every petal is bitterness. — Lynn Cullen

Tell me, who is behind a great woman? That's right. No one. She has to get there herself. — Lynn Cullen

I find that the thoughts spoken between the lines are the most important parts of a poem or story. — Lynn Cullen

Did Mr. Poe write as a boy?
Dear me, yes. It was all he had, what with losing his mother as a toddling child and then being cast aside by his foster father. I think sometimes his pen was his only friend in the world — Lynn Cullen

But why should we have dominion? Are we better than the dog that stays by a master who forgets to notice him? Than the cat who lays the mouse at your door when she is hungry and could have eaten it herself? Than a horse who will keep galloping to please you until its lungs have given out? — Lynn Cullen

There is no more prideful creature than a man born poor. — Lynn Cullen

Desire inspires us to be our very best. — Lynn Cullen

Takes a lot of spunk to spin gold from heartache, Mrs. Osgood. A lot of drive. Most of us can't do it. It's a mean world, Mrs. Osgood, mean and spiteful. — Lynn Cullen

Americans are being poisoned, all in the name of profit, producing a weak-minded race of people who are given to lust and desire. — Lynn Cullen

Is there an aphrodisiac more powerful than forbidden fruit hanging just out of reach? — Lynn Cullen

You and I are poets, Mrs. Osgood. Our job is to raise questions, not to answer them. — Lynn Cullen

There are so many ways in which our hours can be claimed each day. What a shame that we only have one life. — Lynn Cullen

In painting, three things must be considered - the position of the viewer, the position of the object viewed, and the position of the light that illuminates the object. — Lynn Cullen

Pay attention to fate ... It will always have the last word. — Lynn Cullen

Only the rich, he said not a little bitterly, can afford to act like income does not matter. — Lynn Cullen

It is as if producing a creative work tears a piece from your soul. When it is ripped completely free of you, the wound must bleed for a while. How similar it is to letting go of a dream, your hope, or your heart's desire. You must open up and let it drain. — Lynn Cullen

Every heart, it have its own ache. — Lynn Cullen

In spite of Mr. Poe's fame, the pair made me feel out of sorts, and sad. In one of the busiest cities in the world, they seemed to exist on a bleak island of their own making, their backs turned against the social tide lapping at the battered door. — Lynn Cullen

He was as uncontainable as a handful of water: if you squeezed, it trickled away. — Lynn Cullen

The commonplace deserves every bit as much attention as the sublime. — Lynn Cullen

People want to be titillated or frightened. They don't want to think. — Lynn Cullen

The unspoken truth was that New Yorkers considered everyone in the world to be just a tad - well, more than just a tad, a lot more than a tad - old-fashioned compared with themselves. — Lynn Cullen

History has a way of forgetting the mistresses of great men. Even if they have talent. — Lynn Cullen