Accreations Quotes & Sayings

Being Torn's new curiosity was about as comfortable as a pixie rash. — E.J. Stevens

If I had even a slight awareness, and practiced the Great Way, what I would fear would be deviating from it. — Gautama Buddha

Other people as a rule mean so little to us that, when we have invested one of them with the power to cause us so much suffering or happiness, that person seems at once to belong to a different universe, is surrounded with poetry, makes of one's life a sort of stirring arena in which he or she will be more or less close to one. — Marcel Proust

Well, when I was growing up it was Ozzie and Harriet on TV - nobody's parents were like that. — Liza Minnelli

When I'm manic, I'm so awake and alert, that my eyelashes fluttering on the pillow sound like thunder. — Andy Behrman

The founding document of the United States of America acknowledges the Lordship of Jesus Christ because we are a Christian nation. — Pat Robertson

Before the scientific rationalism took hold of our minds and before we became succumbed to a materialistic worldview, the Western philosophy was holistic and relational, and even now there are many scientists in the West seeing things totally interconnected. — Satish Kumar

When I was little, the great mystery to me was not how babies were made, but why? — Jodi Picoult

It will be up to each of you to make sure that the young people, African Americans, Latinos, and women, who powered our victory in 2008, stand together once again. — Barack Obama

I challenge anyone to understand Islam, its spirit, and not to love it. It is a beautiful religion of brotherhood and devotion. — Yann Martel

As far as cheating goes, they'll never stop it. The only way it can be done successfully, only one person can know about it. — Smokey Yunick

Oh no! This is bad. I think my heart was just stolen a little — Atsushi Otani

In the molten fire where he lay he could watch the slow machinations of eternity, the cosmic miracle of each second being born, eggshaped, silverplated, phallic, time thrusting itself gleaming through the worn and worthless husk of the microsecond previous, halting, beginning to show the slow and infinitesimal accreations of decay in the clocking away of life in a mechanism encoded at the moment of conception, withering, shunted aside by time's next orgasmic thrust, and all to the beating of some galactic heart, to voices, a madman's mutterings from a snare in the web of the world. — William Gay