Aonian Quotes & Sayings

I thence invoke my thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. — John Milton

The beauty of the flute was in its simplicity, in its resemblance to the human voice. It always sounded clear. It sounded alone. The piano, on the other hand, was a network of parts - a ship, with its strings like rigging, its case a hull, its lifted lid a sail. Kestrel always thought that the piano didn't sound like a single instrument but a twinned one, with its low and high halves merging together or pulling apart. — Marie Rutkoski

I'm the type of girl who's always had to buy jeans in three sizes because I never know what my body is going to do from one day to the next. — Kaley Cuoco

I do not want my voice to go out into the air while my heart is sinking. — E. M. Forster

Harlow, do you realize that you're breathtaking? Just looking at you can become addictive. — Abbi Glines

Making the documentary was an extraordinary experience and it really hit home to me the quasi-religious nature of this anthropogenic global warming cause. These people really have found religion. — Nick Minchin

Maximize the serendipity around you. — Nassim Nicholas Taleb

I heard my name." Ash's voice startles me. "You tow better not be making fun of me about this stupid bra Mama's making me wear. I've had it with the jokes. I'll break both your noses if it doesn't stop. — Abbi Glines

You have an idea of the way you think it is, and it's not that way at all, it's something else. — David Geffen

Without knowing why, he yielded to the temptation of those lips and flung onto them, eating them, partaking of their sacrament ... Eucharist of love with a red host! — Georges Rodenbach

Fairy-tale city. From the air, red rooftops hug a kink in a dark river, and by night the forested hills appear as spans of black nothing against the dazzle of the lit castle, the spiking Gothic towers, the domes great and small. The river captures all the lights and teases them out, long and wavering, and the side-slashing rain blurs it all to a dream. This was Akiva's first sight of Prague; — Laini Taylor