B Y Kler I In Boyama Quotes & Sayings

Writing is my passion. It is a way to experience the ecstatic. The root understanding of the word ecstasy - "to stand outside" - comes to me in those moments when I am immersed so deeply in the act of thinking and writing that everything else, even flesh, falls away. — Bell Hooks

I have not personally suffered from the deprivations, the bitterness and sorrow which bring so many men and women to a realisation of social injustice. — Emmeline Pankhurst

I looked at the things people think they own. I didn't take things very often, but I liked to move them. Car keys, purses, glasses, one shoe out of a pair. The — Bryn Greenwood

I am sorie God made me so comely. — Nicholas Udall

Ranger leaned closer and lowered his voice. — Janet Evanovich

...being a weatherman in Ireland is about the biggest scam going. — Rachel Friedman

the most trenchant commentary was — Edmund Morris

Unless a man or woman has experienced the darkness of the soul he or she can know nothing of that transforming laughter without which no hint of the ultimate reality of the opposites can be faintly intuited. — Luke The Evangelist

Here lies W.C.Fields. I'd rather be living in Philadelphia. — W.C. Fields

Truth comes as conqueror only to those who have lost the art of receiving it as friend. — Rabindranath Tagore

The thing about little babies is that you're always afraid they are going to die. At least in the beginning. You are constantly checking to make sure they didn't die and you haven't killed them. — Amy Poehler

A Rolex watch or an expensive car are the things guys often use to show status, wealth, and basic desirability. — Helen Fisher

In one picture, the pool was half hidden by a fringe of mace- weeds, and the dead willow was leaning across it at a prone, despondent angle, as if mysteriously arrested in its fall towards the stagnant waters. Beyond, the alders seemed to strain away from the pool, exposing their knotted roots as if in eternal effort. In the other drawing, the pool formed the main portion of the foreground, with the skeleton tree looming drearily at one side. At the water's farther end, the cat-tails seemed to wave and whisper among themselves in a dying wind; and the steeply barring slope of pine at the meadow's terminus was indicated as a wall of gloomy green that closed in the picture, leaving only a pale of autumnal sky at the top. ("Genius Loci") — Clark Ashton Smith

Love, then, is letting go of fear. — Gerald G. Jampolsky