Catgut Quotes & Sayings

I always work on the theory that the audience will believe you best if you believe yourself. — Charlton Heston

The past is our ultimate privacy; we pile it up, year by year, decade by decade, it stows itself away, with its perverse random recall system. — Penelope Lively

The ease with which barley may be substituted directly for wheat in human food and its usefulness to replace wheat milling by-products as feed in the production of the milk supply render its abundant production important. — David F. Houston

Well, I'm glad we don't have to play in the shade. — Bobby Jones

I miss my mother very much, and I feel closest to her when I have dinner in the oven and the children are nearby playing and I'm reading a book or doing some little project. — Caitlin Flanagan

The thing about Proust is his combination of the utmost sensibility with the utmost tenacity. He searches out these butterfly shades to the last grain. He is as tough as catgut and as evanescent as a butterfly's bloom. — Virginia Woolf

I said I would kiss you. I never said where I would kiss you."
[ ... ] "A kiss between two people is, by definition, on the lips," she argued.
[ ... ] "But this isn't about two people kissing. It's me kissing you. — Nalini Singh

What you felt, the beast that swallowed you all and spat you back out, that is the great big bloody point of all this. If you learn nothing else from this bizarre and awkward experience--this gathering of strangers to blow into horns and pluck catgut--remember that you have the power to feel that. The power to create that. With your hands. Your breath. You are gods, children, and you can make war. — Kate Racculia

There's pain behind us all ... but more so with those who hate and abuse. Think about it! — Timothy Pina

We need not fear life, because God is the Ruler of all and we need not fear death, because He shares immortality with us. — Ann Landers

I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision. — Allen Ginsberg

Are you going to be all right now?" Loki asked. He'd walked me over here, and he waited just inside the doorway.
"Yeah I'm great," I lied and sat on the bed. "The entire kingdom is falling apart. People are dying. I have to kill my father. And my husband just went crazy — Amanda Hocking

Today I challenge our nation to commit to producing 100 percent of our electricity from renewable energy and truly clean carbon-free sources within 10 years. — Al Gore

the Many returning to and embracing the One is Good, and is known as wisdom; the One returning to and embracing the Many is Goodness, and is known as compassion. — Ken Wilber

It could be surprisingly hard to counter Plain Stupid. Even by heroic measures. — Lois McMaster Bujold

One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them. — J.R.R. Tolkien

My very first acting job was with Alan Parker on' Angela's Ashes,' but as a child, I had written to so many other productions just applying for any role. I always wanted to be an actress, and I did loads of acting summer schools. — Kerry Condon

Of the ear, old worrier. Water mollifies the flint lip, And daylight lays its sameness on the wall. The grafters are cheerful, Heating the pincers, hoisting the delicate hammers. A current agitates the wires Volt upon volt. Catgut stitches my fissures. A workman walks by carrying a pink torso. The storerooms are full of hearts. This is the city of spare parts. My swaddled legs and arms smell sweet as rubber. Here they can doctor heads, or any limb. — Sylvia Plath

To say that these men paid their shillings to watch twenty-two hirelings kick a ball is merely to say that a violin is wood and catgut, that Hamlet is so much paper and ink. — J.B. Priestley

Light itself was your first love: you paint only as a means of telling about light... Ink and catgut and paint were necessary down there, but they are also dangerous stimulants. Every poet and musician and artist, but for Grace, is drawn away from love of the thing he tells, to love of the telling till, down in Deep Hell, they cannot be interested in God at all but only what they say about Him. — C.S. Lewis