Consecrating A Chalice Quotes & Sayings

You're absolutely perfect," I whisper. "It's all yours. If we do this, I'll be all yours." I smile at that. "You promise?" He suddenly cups my face and leans in to kiss me. "Forever. If we do this, you're mine, forever. — J.A. Huss

We need to be both conscious and competent to design products that emulate nature's life cycles, making sure that they endure and are either recycled or absorbed. — Guilherme Leal

I moved to Chicago in 1992 to study improv and it was everything I wanted it to be. It was like a cult. People ate, slept, and definitely drank improv. They worked at crappy day jobs just to hand over their money for improv classes. Eager young people in khakis and polo shirts were willing to do whatever teachers like Del Close and Martin de Maat told them to. In retrospect, it may actually have been a cult. — Tina Fey

If you want to find out the purpose of life, you need to look beyond the limitations of body and mind. — Jaggi Vasudev

Empathy is just another way to talk about yourself. — Goldberry Long

Minimum sales prices for alcohol are a startlingly bad idea. As with excise duties, the effects are regressive. — Nigel Farage

I was affected by the harshness of government, the reality of 16-hour days, and the pressures of modern communications. — David Blunkett

Taxi September along Jessore Road Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load past watery fields thru rain flood ruts Dung cakes on treetrunks, plastic-roof huts Wet processions Families walk Stunted boys big heads don't talk Look bony skulls & silent round eyes Starving black angels in human disguise. — Allen Ginsberg

If to die honorably is the greatest Part of virtue, for us fate's done her best. Because we fought to crown Greece with freedom We lie here enjoying timeless fame. — Simonides Of Ceos

Talis searched the steamy swamplands for prey, hoping to make his father proud, no matter what the cost. His father's words echoed in his mind, "Your brother hunted big game when he was twelve." Why did his words stain his mind like ink on a page? His brother had hunted with a team of men and merely managed to bounce his spear off a deer. Talis was thirteen now and though he'd tried, had been spurned by every hunting trip his father's men had pursued. Lad, don't want you dying like your brother, you're the last son of the Storm family lineage, and all. — John Forrester

We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways. — James Joyce