1707 W Quotes & Sayings

Laws could be passed to keep the leader of a government from getting too much power. — Thomas More

Because we can't escape our ancient hunger to live close to nature, we encircle the house with lawns and gardens, install picture windows, adopt pets and Boston ferns, and scent everything that touches our lives. — Diane Ackerman

Artificial needs stimulated artificial greeds. — Dave Robinson & Judy Groves

Why would you want my given name?"

"Because I'd like to call out your given name when I thrust into you."

~Dante — Tina Folsom

The Scottish Parliament, adjourned on the 25th of March 1707 is hereby
reconvened. — Winnie Ewing

Research shows that the happiest people are those who use their natural talents to the utmost. — T. Harv Eker

Today, everything I need shall be supplied to me. — Melody Beattie

Time could crawl, it could fly, it could amble. Time was a slippery thing. — Becky Chambers

Whereas goodness makes greatness teachable, greatness makes goodness touchable. — Orrin Woodward

our women did give plenty of suck for their children, and were strong, yea, even like unto the men; and they began to bear their journeyings without murmurings. — Joseph Smith Jr.

When you think about advertisements, it makes sense that they want to hold and retain our attention. — Allen Klein

Word for word, Galland's version [of the One Thousand and One Nights] is the worst written, the most fraudulent and the weakest, but it was the most widely read. Readers who grew intimate with it experienced happiness and amazement. Its orientalism, which we now find tame, dazzled the sort of person who inhaled snuff and plotted tragedies in five acts. Twelve exquisite volumes appeared from 1707 to 1717, twelve volumes innumerably read, which passed into many languages, including Hindustani and Arabic. We, mere anachronistic readers of the twentieth century, perceive in these volumes the cloyingly sweet taste of the eighteenth century and not the evanescent oriental aroma that two hundred years ago was their innovation and their glory. No one is to blame for this missed encounter, least of all Galland. — Jorge Luis Borges

Jamie, who had insisted on walking most of the way to spare the horse, was a disreputable sight indeed, hose stained to the knees with reddish dust, spare shirt torn by brambles and a week's growth of beard bristling fiercely from cheek and jaw. His hair had grown long enough in the last months to reach his shoulders. Usually clubbed into a queue or laced back, it was free now, thick and unruly, with small bits of leaf and stick caught in the disordered coppery locks. Face burned a deep ruddy bronze, boots cracked from walking, dirk and sword thrust through his belt, he looked a wild Highlander indeed. — Diana Gabaldon

[In my dream] they slide their lips over my skin, whispering whispering whispering. They tell me their names, they tell me their lives, they tell me their pain ... I can't struggle, I can't stop laughing, I can't resist these people who once were. — Carrie Ryan