Alpus Train Quotes & Sayings

The criterion of true beauty is, that it increases in examination; of false, that it lessens. There is something, therefore, in true beauty that corresponds with the right reason, and it is not merely the creature of fancy. — George Grenville

Salvation and sanity consist in the most radical recognition that we have no way of saving ourselves. This — Alan W. Watts

Some days you control life; other days life controls you." Philip — Wendy Mass

When the audience understands that the main character has a very serious need to change his own heart and mind, the hook is set, and the audience is irrevocably invested. — Libbie Hawker

Dance with me, Death, I am ready. — Terry Goodkind

Let's us hold hands together in harmony for a peaceful co -existence for alll humankind in every nation. — Lailah Gifty Akita

My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. — Emily Bronte

The mob spirit has grown with the increasing intelligence of the Afro-American. — Ida B. Wells

Immigration has defined my entire life. My parents left Mozambique with nothing but their wits in search of a better life for their kids. They moved to England in the 1970s, saw the classism there, and left for America soon after. — Jose Ferreira

Half the political intelligentsia who talk to a working audience don't get the value of their stuff across - not so much because they're over their audience's heads, as because half the chaps are listening to the voice and not to the words, so they knock a big discount off what they do hear because it's all a bit fancy, and not like ordinary, normal talk. — John Wyndham

He'd wanted to - he didn't know. Break bottles. Break windows, crash cars. Burn down the world. Find solace at the bottom of countless more bottles of wine, this time consumed in solitude. In the end he did none of these things; while he knew the shapes and forms of rage and grief, he had, in truth, nothing more than gentleness inside to sustain him. — Michael Montoure