Crackles Vs Rales Quotes & Sayings

Where there is movement, there is reach. Reach engenders communion. — John De Ruiter

There is an admiration which is the daughter of knowledge. — Joseph Joubert

We are resident inside with the machinery, a glimmering spread throughout the apparatus. We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones. The flesh is a neighborhood, but not the life. — Jack Gilbert

The very idea of the nude is only a neutralization of a primitive and violent act. — Pierre Klossowski

Meditation gives you the wherewithal to pause, observe how easily the mind can exaggerate the severity of a setback, and resist getting drawn into the abyss. — Richard Davidson

Love is never going to go out of style, a man is always going to want to have the love of a woman. She just needs a game plan to work out how to get his love. — Steve Harvey

After picking, grapes were crushed with bare feet. The must, or grape juice, was then poured into giant vats, followed by a process called pigeage, in which naked workers plunged themselves into the frothy liquid. Holding tightly to chains that had been fastened to overhead beams, the workers would then raise and lower themselves over and over again, stirring the must with their entire bodies so as to aerate the mixture and enhance the fermentation. — Don Kladstrup

It's no longer socially acceptable to make bigoted statements and racist remarks. Some people are having an awful time with that: 'I didn't know anybody would be offended!' Well, where have you been? I remember when people got away with it and they don't anymore. That's fabulous. — Judith Martin

I had worn that gold ring for nearly thirty years; token of vows taken, forsaken, renewed, and at last absolved. A token of marriage, of family; of a large part of my life. And the last trace of Frank - whom, in spite of everything, I had loved. Jamie — Diana Gabaldon

I know of the leafy paths that the witches take
Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool,
And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake ... — William Butler Yeats