Closerie Quotes & Sayings

Then as I was getting up to the Closerie des Lilas with the light on my old friend, the statue of Marshal Ney with his sword out and the shadows of the trees on the bronze, and he alone there and nobody behind him and what a fiasco he'd made of Waterloo, I thought that all generations were lost by something and always had been and always would be and I stopped at the Lilas to keep the statue company and drank a cold beer before going home to the flat over the sawmill. — Ernest Hemingway,

I love working with actors. I do. — Todd Solondz

Remember two very important things: the spirits of the departed are everywhere in the parallel dimensions (astral plane and higher planes), and the only reality spirits have in our own dimension is what we give them. By the intensity of our vibration level for reception, our intense faith, we draw them near to us. — Elaine Kuzmeskus

What time is it?its is by every star
a different time,and each most falsely true ... — E. E. Cummings

I'm not really much into politics, because it's rarely discussed in my line of work. — Tracy Morgan

What the founders of modern science, among them Galileo, had to do, was not to criticize and to combat certain faulty theories, and to correct or to replace them by better ones. They had to do something quite different. They had to destroy one world and to replace it by another. They had to reshape the framework of our intellect itself, to restate and to reform its concepts, to evolve a new approach to Being, a new concept of knowledge, a new concept of science-and even to replace a pretty natural approach, that of common sense, by another which is not natural at all. — Alexandre Koyre

As I sat opposite the Treasury Bench the ministers reminded me of one of those marine landscapes not very unusual on the coasts of South America. You behold a range of exhausted volcanoes. — Benjamin Disraeli

La Closerie, in Ansouis. — Peter Mayle

From plots and treasons Heaven preserve my years, But save me most from my petitioners. Unsatiate as the barren womb or grave; God cannot grant so much as they can crave. — John Dryden

In my ears i hear a noise, and this noise is the sound of the color of the sun. — Douglas Coupland

A new patina whitening the walls with marks of memories, all running together as if the memories themselves aspired to be the walls in which I was imprisoned ... — Kevin Powers