Biomes Of Plenty Quotes & Sayings

There is something about the act of studying an unclothed body, as an artist does, that allows a person to appreciate it as pure form, regardless of the kinds of traits traditionally regarded as imperfections. In a figure drawing class, an obese woman's folds of flesh take on a kind of beauty. You can look at a man's shrunken chest or legs or buttocks with tenderness. Age is not ugly, just poignant. — Joyce Maynard

I'm really not into the educational aspect of performing. It's not in me. — Dave Lombardo

The Queen is dead and gone. Well, at least she's gone ... for now. Long live Alice! Long live Wonderland. — Cheshire Cat

My mind is my weapon. — George R R Martin

I've just grown as a person, accepting my flaws as well. Before I was very insecure and I used to just hide, and now I just accept that I'm an imperfect human. — Rebecca Ferguson

For time and the world do not stand still. Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future. — John F. Kennedy

There are times when life seems like a struggle where the only reward you get for hanging on is the chance to struggle some more. — Michael Marshall Smith

I have a truly marvellous demonstration of this proposition which this margin is too narrow to contain. — Stieg Larsson

The first question in any interactive process with another is: now Who Am I, and Who Do I Want to Be, in relationship to that? — Neale Donald Walsch

I feel like the caterpillar that we think is making a choice when he eats or pupates but, in fact, is not. He's ruled by molecular forms of incluence acting on the base components of a moth. Likewise, perhaps I have become a killer through circumstances acting on my biological make-up. Which means, of course, that none of this is my fault and that it's all out of my hands. — Poppy Adams

As if, with beasts' eyes, angels led
The way, I slip back to your bed,
Quiet as a hooded light,
Hushed by the shadows of the night.

And then, my dark one, you shall soon
Embrace the cold beams of the moon,
Around a fresh grave, the chilling hiss
Of serpent coiled shall be my kiss.

When morning shows his livid face
Your bed shall feel my empty place,
As cold as death, till fall of night.

Others take tenderness to wife:
Dread gives away your youth and life
To me, to be the bride of fright. — Charles Baudelaire

(The desolate post-impact sea has been dubbed the "Strangelove ocean.") — Elizabeth Kolbert