Biriba Online Quotes & Sayings

Let the sick man enter into the Side of Jesus and His most holy Wounds; let him not be afraid, but combat manfully, and he will come forth victorious. — Philip Neri

Wars and revolutions and battles are due simply and solely to the body and its desires. — Socrates

I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it. — Markus Zusak

OEDIPUS:
Upon the murderer I invoke this curse-
whether he is one man and all unknown,
or one of many- may he wear out his life
in misery to miserable doom!
If with my knowledge he lives at my hearth
I pray that I myself may feel my curse.
On you I lay my charge to fulfill all this
for me, for the God, and for this land of ours destroyed and blighted, by the God forsaken. — Sophocles

The stars are honest and sensible. But humanity is insane! — Lloyd C. Douglas

You start realizing that good prose is crunchy. There's texture in your mouth as you say it. You realize bad writing, bland writing, has no texture, no taste, no corners in your mouth. I'm a great believer in reading aloud. — Janet Fitch

Half the world is redoing its kitchens, the other half is starving. — Don DeLillo

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise. — Rumi

Did you just grab my butt?" I whispered. "What?" "Curran!" "Yes?" I could hear controlled laughter in his voice. Unbelievable. I sped up. "We're tracking ghouls and you're grabbing my butt." "I always make sure to pay attention to important things. — Ilona Andrews

Like the Dove, the Lamb, and the Cock adorning our church towers. Yet all this does not alter the fact that in childhood we go through a phase when archaic thinking and feeling once more rise up in us, and that all through our lives we possess, side by side with our newly acquired directed and adapted thinking, a fantasy-thinking which corresponds to the antique state of mind. Just as our bodies still retain vestiges of obsolete functions and conditions in many of their organs, so our minds, which have apparently outgrown those archaic impulses, still bear the marks of the evolutionary stages we have traversed, and re-echo the dim bygone in dreams and fantasies. — C. G. Jung

And as soon as I thought this, I tried to think of something else quickly. Because we were so close that I felt sometimes like she could read my mind. — Augusten Burroughs

Then one can't make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes. — Jack London