1123 Past Quotes & Sayings

The truth is, I was always a dreamer, but then I met you, and I knew I will never dream a better dream again. — Timothy Joshua

In Hungary, acting is a career for which one fits himself as earnestly as one studies for a degree in medicine, law, or philosophy. — Bela Lugosi

Know yourself as a snowdrift on the sand Heaped for two days, or three, then thawed and gone. (c.1050-c.1123) — Omar Khayyam

Foundational design principles regarding aesthetics, symbolism and meaning of place were for the old-timer carpenter, simply routine.
Unfortunately, these principles began to lose their footing in the late 1800s, when building practices shifted toward more commercial technologies. — Shannon Taylor Scarlett

A man-trained boy would have been badly bruised, for the fall was a good fifteen feet, but Mowgli fell as Baloo had taught him to fall, and landed on his feet. — Rudyard Kipling

There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work. — Anais Nin

The only true dead are those who have been forgotten. — Jason S. Hornsby

Arab civilization has collapsed. It won't recover in my lifetime. — Hisham Melhem

Scatman, fat man, black and white and brown man, tell me 'bout the color of your soul. — Scatman John

I realised it was only me who was stopping myself from living my life. — Jennifer Aniston

The whole history of computers is rampant with cheerleading at best and bigotry at worst. — Larry Wall

It was a dream, one that she had thought was within her grasp, but apparently, she hadn't wished on the right star. Fucking Disney really set her up for failure. — Toni Aleo

I was told that I had to give grades to the students, which I wasn't particularly interested in doing. — Merce Cunningham

While a battle still entirely political was preparing in this same place which had already seen so many revolutionary events, while the youth, the secret associations, the schools in the name of principles, and the middle class in the name of interests, were moving in to dash against each other, to grapple and overthrow each other, while each was hurrying and calling the final and decisive hour of the crisis, far off and outside that fatal sector, in the deepest of the unfathomable caverns of that miserable old Paris, the gloomy voice of the people was heard deeply growling.
A fearful, sacred voice, composed of the roaring brute and the speech of God, which terrifies the feeble and warns the wise, which comes at the same time from below like the voice of a lion and from above like the voice of thunder. Page 1123 Saint-Denis Chapter 13 part II — Victor Hugo