Clientele Hospital Plan Quotes & Sayings

Given her deafness, the auditory part of the brain, deprived of its usual input, had started to generate a spontaneous activity of its own, and this took the form of musical hallucinations, mostly musical memories from her earlier life. The brain needed to stay incessantly active, and if it was not getting its usual stimulation ... , it would create its own stimulation in the form of hallucinations. — Oliver Sacks

The bullfight is a Spanish institution; it has not existed because of the foreigners and tourists, but always in spite of them and any step to modify it to secure their approval, which it will never have, is a step towards its complete suppression. — Ernest Hemingway,

I don't read a word that's written about me. I don't read my own interviews. I don't read reviews. I think it would drive me insane. — Sarah Ruhl

Prose talent depends on having something to say and an interesting, highly developed way of saying it. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Anything that begins 'I don't know how to tell you this' is never good news. — Ruth Gordon

Your daily product determines your output — Sunday Adelaja

Women should have absolute access to capital. — Donald Trump

Anarchism is the great liberator of man from the phantoms that have held him captive; it is the arbiter and pacifier of the two forces for individual and social harmony. — Emma Goldman

Keep moving forward and be true to yourself. You are the only one who can ensure your own happiness. — Carine McCandless

Twenty years after we had left so fierce and proud, we were all right back where we had started, yoked to each other and the same old drama. — Dorothy Allison

Please don't tell me you drive with your eyes closed. — Anne Eliot

She had never allowed herself to be bullied, and was not about to start. — Rosamunde Pilcher

The same law that shapes the earth-star shapes the snow-star. As surely as the petals of a flower are fixed, each of these countless snow-stars comes whirling to earth ... these glorious spangles, the sweeping of heaven's floor. — Henry David Thoreau

One can't help thinking, Daddy, what a colourless life a man is forced to lead, when one reflects that chiffon and Venetian point and hand embroidery and Irish crochet are to him mere empty words. Whereas a woman- whether she is interested in babies or microbes or husbands or poetry or servants or parallelograms or gardens or Plato or bridge- is fundamentally and always interested in clothes. — Jean Webster

Covering up with one of his wings, I surround myself with the scent of licorice and honey. "You want to hold me while I sleep. You want to watch my face as I dream like you never have - from the outside."
He traces my eye markings with an elegant fingertip. "That will be my memory to cling to, until you're mine forever at last, both in waking hours and sleep. The question is, do you trust me enough to give me that? To rest in my arms tonight?"
I hold his soft palm against my cheek. "Will you sing me my lullaby?"
He weaves his fingers through my hair and presses my forehead to his. "Forever and always," he whispers.
As he hums the tune that has been inside my mind and heart all my life, I close the waterfall canopy, cocooning us within our own frozen pocket of time. — A.G. Howard