Bruit Quotes & Sayings

With the magnificence of eternity before us, let time, with all its fluctuations, dwindle into its own littleness. — Thomas Chalmers

I just write from how I feel. As an outlet. — Ronnie Radke

While everyone I work with may not share my beliefs, I have been surrounded by nothing but support. — Clay Aiken

He kissed me until there was no part of me that didn't know who it belonged to. He kissed me until my heart again fused with his - two halves of one whole. — Tillie Cole

The mistakes and unresolved difficulties of the past in mathematics have always been the opportunities of its future. — E. T. Bell

I find this less scandalous than beautiful: a kind of palimpsestic plagiarism that moves through bodies and time, a collective song with no single origin, or whose origin has been erased
the way a star, from our earthly perspective, is often survived by its own light. — Ben Lerner

Impartially, shrewdly, I considered suicide, though not in my worst moments. The bottle of pills. The note: 'No hard feelings, everyone, but I've thought about it and it's just not on, is it? It's nearly on, but not quite. No? Anyway, all the best, C. — Martin Amis

One must not permit oneself excesses, except with persons whom one wishes soon to leave. — Pierre-Ambroise Choderlos De Laclos

In life you are given two ends; one to think with and the other to sit on. Your success in life depends on which end you use most. Heads you win, tails you lose. — Conrad Burns

Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave
Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot;
Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit,
Where long ago a giant battle was;
And, from the turf, a lullaby doth pass
In every place where infant Orpheus slept.
Feel we these things? - that moment have we stept
Into a sort of oneness, and our state
Is like a floating spirit's. But there are
Richer entanglements, enthralments far
More self-destroying, leading, by degrees,
To the chief intensity: the crown of these
Is made of love and friendship, and sits high
Upon the forehead of humanity. — John Keats

If you're a baby about the media, as I was, you can't imagine what it's like when the great approval machine shines its beam on you, when every time you cross the street someone comes out of a manhole to talk about your haircut. — Ali MacGraw

I'd like to take a walk far back in the flinty hills and search for a souvenir, an old double-bitted ax stuck deep in the side of a white oak tree. I know the handle has long since rotted away with time. Perhaps the rusty frame of a coal-oil lantern still hangs there on the blade. — Wilson Rawls