Asahara Aum Quotes & Sayings

I had a very artistic bohemian childhood. My father was an actor and a mime. — Vonda Shepard

The first thing that went through Mahgen's mind was how cold she'd become with the loss of Kathel, how insane it was that things could go from tender and warm, to cold and indifferent, in the matter of seconds. That was what it felt like when you loved completely yet allowed things to get in the way of forever.
-Madison Thorne Grey, Sustenance — Madison Thorne Grey

What we see may deceive us - the skin may be deceptive - but there has to be one truth, right? It can't all just be a jumble of perceptions. So what really exists out there, beyond what we can see? We're so dependent on the surfaces of what we see. But if we could see past the skin of this world ... — Ted Dekker

Ignoring what he's done in the past. Blindly, stupidly, disregarding the entire graveyards he's filled, the thousands who have suffered... the friends he's crippled... I thought... I thought killing me--that I'd be the last person you'd ever let him hurt. If it had been you that he beat to a bloody mass. If it had been you that he left in agony. If he had taken you from this world... I would have done nothing but search the planet for this pathetic pile of evil, death-worshiping garbage... and sent him off to hell. — Judd Winick

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them. — William Wordsworth

It's simply this:
the Irish kiss,
a snog o' bliss,
be blessed luck
from any miss. — Richelle E. Goodrich

If you want to get ahead, you have to create your own chances. You have to carve out your own opportunities. — Sophie Kinsella

How careful she always was with books: they had been her companions, her entertainment, and her only window to the outside world. — Lisa Kleypas

The confounding Political Economy with the Sciences and Arts to which it is subservient, has been one of the principal obstacles to its improvement. — Nassau William Senior

Call that a wonder, Cretan-born woman? 9970 Never listened when poetry Sang its sweet lessons? Ionia's and Hellas's Ancientest legends Of a gods-and-heroes abundance, Never heard them? Nothing that's done today's More than a pitiful Echo of glorious Ancestral days; 9980 Nothing, your story is, Compared with the lovely lie, More trustworthy than truth, That is sung about Maia's son. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe