Bunuri Substituibile Quotes & Sayings

What passes relentlessly through the years is blood, and time; all the bitterness or warmth along the way is almost incidental. Even blood gets forgotten eventually, bleached into myth which are bleached of all colour into ashes of myth. — Luke Davies

The dizzy rapture of starving. The power of needing nothing. By force of will I make myself the impossible sprite who lives on air, on water, on purity. — Kathryn Harrison

The most familiar facts are often hardest to understand. — Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Did normal people secretly yearn to be deviant? I didn't know, but I could no longer pretend. — Skye Warren

When you gaze out on a quiet, peaceful meadow, next to a still pond, under a motionless blue sky, you wonder how the noisy, busy cacophony of life could have arisen from such silent, motionless beginning. — M..

There are no safe choices. Only other choices. — Libba Bray

But by all this I am not deterred, for I have seen, I have heard, I have felt. — Emanuel Swedenborg

The boy who never sleeps, sleeping. Coming to rest upon the Cassiopeian shore, an island in the middle of a sea of blood. You have your promise, and I have you. — Rick Yancey

The soul is torn apart in a painful condition as long as it prefers the eternal because of its Truth but does not discard the temporal because of familiarity. — Augustine Of Hippo

Facts cling to photographs like dust. — Andy Grundberg

The careful untangling of a legal issue. Like math, but with words. — Liane Moriarty

If there are any persons who contest a received opinion ... let us thank them for it, open our minds to listen to them, and rejoice that there is some one to do for us what we otherwise ought, if we have any regard for either the certainty or the vitality of our convictions, to do with much greater labor for ourselves. - John Stuart Mill, On Liberty — Friedrich Nietzsche

At the southwest corner Malvern joined its fields to that of his nearest neighbor, John MacBain. Pierce held his horse just short of the border and looked across a meadow. Part of the MacBain house had been burned down. He had heard of it, but he had not seen it. Now it was plain. The east wing was grey and gaunt, a skeleton attached to the main house. Strange how crippled the house looked - like a man with his right arm withered! No, he was not going to let himself think about crippled men. — Pearl S. Buck