Bongartz Violinist Quotes & Sayings

Writers are archeologists of themselves. — Vicki Grove

I don't know what cancer did to me but I put on probably 10 pounds of muscle and got a lot stronger in the weight room and during our dry-land stuff. — Eric Shanteau

It is like being two foreigners, trapped in a land we have come to, unable to return to our own, and having only each other to confirm the reality of the place we once lived. — Robin Hobb

The public execution did not re-establish justice; it reactivated power. In the seventeenth century, and even in the early eighteenth century, it was not, therefore, with all its theatre of terror, a lingering hang-over from an earlier age. Its ruthlessness, its spectacle, its physical violence, its unbalanced play of forces, its meticulous ceremonial, its entire apparatus were inscribed in the political functioning of the penal system. — Michel Foucault

To heed, we must first hear. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Just know this, if that day does come where I do win this mirrorball, know that I didn't just win it for me, but I won it for all of us with MS. — Jack Osbourne

The Voice of Reason is in us all ... and everyone can recognize it because it makes sense and everyone benefits from it equally. — Bill Hicks

All of us have days in our lives, perhaps three or four at the most, when what we might call disparate events converge. — Dexter Palmer

But me, maybe I fit in a place like this. Maybe the cold inside of me will seem less cold in this winter. Maybe the tall buildings will make the brick walls I build for myself seem smaller. Maybe the noises in my head will quiet down in the middle of all the other noises. Or maybe my cold and walls and noise will get worse. — Francesca Lia Block

The next day, the day after, every day, he had to begin again. M. Mabeuf went out with a book and came back with a little money. As the secondhand bookstall keepers saw that he was forced to sell, they bought from him for twenty sous what he had paid twenty francs for. Sometimes to the same booksellers. Volume by volume, the whole library disappeared. At times he would say, "But I am eighty years old," as if he had some lingering hope of reaching the end of his days before reaching the end of his books. — Victor Hugo

When one of us tells the truth, he makes it easier for all of us to open our hearts to our pain and that of others. — Mary Pipher