Alyssabethsvintage Quotes & Sayings

It may be that we are doomed, that there is no hope for us, any of us, but if that is so then let us set up a last agonizing, bloodcurdling howl, a screech of defiance, a war whoop! Away with lamentation! Away with elegies and dirges! Away with biographies and histories, and libraries and museums! Let the dead eat the dead. Let us living ones dance about the rim of the crater, a last expiring dance. But a dance! - Tropic of Cancer — Henry Miller

The story is always in service to the characters, and is only as long or short, or neat or ragged as it needs to be. — Stewart O'Nan

Whether it is television, radio, newspapers, magazines, books or the Internet, a few giant conglomerates are determining what we see, hear and read. — Bernie Sanders

His eyes so dim, so wasted each limb, that, heedless of grammar, they all cried, that's him! — Richard Harris Barham

Trains are not any more energy efficient than the average automobile, with both getting about 48 passenger miles to the gallon. — Ronald Reagan

This kind of charge reveals a good deal about the personality of the people who make it; to impute such motives to another man is to imply you're harboring them yourself. — Jim Garrison

Some of life's most beautiful things grow out of the darkest moments. — Sarah Jio

[Jellyfish] are 97% water or something, so how much are they doing? Just give them another 3% and make them water. It's more useful. — Karl Pilkington

I used to make a basket of my hands to hold a feeling of joy that came upon me, then flatten my hands against my chest as if to make it part of me. Not understanding that it already was. — Elizabeth Berg

If he had a little more brains he would be a half-wit. — Barbara W. Tuchman

Let me pose you a question. Can farm-raised salmon be organic when its feed has nothing to do with its natural diet, even if the feed itself is supposedly organic, and the fish themselves are packed tightly in pens, swimming in their own filth? — Mark Bittman

He would roam about the world carrying his recollections with him, and perhaps some day he would come to forget them, for one can live only by forgetting; but when his grief should dissolve with the years he would be left an empty man, like a smiling automaton, incapable of any affections other than meterial ones. — Vicente Blasco Ibanez