Cilice For Sale Quotes & Sayings

Heaven blazing into the head: Tragedy wrought to its uttermost. Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages And all the drop-scenes drop at once Upon a hundred thousand stages It cannot grow by an inch or an ounce. — William Butler Yeats

Landscape is history made visible. — J. B. Jackson

On the bank of an ocean, let your mind fly in the cloudless sky while your heart enjoys the love of the sun. — Debasish Mridha

As soon as one of my records goes on, it makes a vast portion of the public nervous. They get spooked by it. To some people who have ears to hear, it's a delightful, refreshing change. But to most of the public, it's a load of homemade-sounding nonsense. — Nick Lowe

There is so much to learn from leaves who graciously dance in thunder, rain and storm, in heat and merciless cold, dance to a song of their own indifferent that in time they will curl and die for it is not for them to know but only to dance and be happy. — Meenakshi Iyer

On the fifth [day] Arnom came to me, himself weeping, and I knew his tidings without words. And this is a strange folly, that what seemed to me worst of all was that Bardia had died without ever hearing what it would have shamed him to hear. It seemed to me that all would be bearable if, once only, I could have gone to him and whispered in his ear, 'Bardia, I loved you. — C.S. Lewis

What were these strange feelings that made him want to protect her, live for her, and die for her? — Paula Quinn

Only the very top of the arched ceiling remained in shadow, as though some dark creature lurked there, devouring all light that strayed too close. — Miyuki Miyabe

I'm sorry, Prince Edvard. You had a wonderful civilization here on Marduk. You could have made almost anything of it. But it's too late now. You've torn down the gates; the barbarians are in. — H. Beam Piper

That was life, wasn't it? You spend so much of it trying to find happiness, and then when you get some, you worry every day something is going to take it away. — Victor Gischler

Wars are poor chisels for carving out peaceful tomorrows. — Martin Luther King Jr.