Cureless Quotes & Sayings

So I moved to Europe and only came back when directors like Robert Altman would call me after they'd seen my work in Full Metal Jacket. — Vincent D'Onofrio

I've played a lot of fathers in my life, and it seems that my kids are getting older and older in films, and I'm always surprised at how good they are. — Chloe Grace Moretz

Twenty-one years is time enough to be a fuck-up, sure, but not time enough to be a lost cause. — Caitlin Doughty

British passion for Chinese tea was unstoppable, but the Chinese had no desire for our offerings, however much we tried to sell them woolen clothes or cutlery. — Kate Williams

Contrary to popular wisdom, knowledge is not power - it's potential power. Knowledge is not mastery. Execution is mastery. Execution will trump knowledge every day of the week. — Anthony Robbins

O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse. — Aeschylus

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me
Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean. — Robinson Jeffers

Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir,
A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.
Its past set down before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its condensed despatch.
Remorse is cureless, - the disease
Not even God can heal;
For 't is His institution,
The complement of hell. — Emily Dickinson

Remorse is cureless
the Disease
Not even God
can heal
For 'tis His institution
and
The Adequate of Hell — Emily Dickinson

And, indeed it is a very pleasant thing for to ride forth in the dawning of a Springtime day. For then the little birds do sing their sweetest song, all joining in one joyous medley, whereof one may scarce tell one note from another, so multitudinous is that pretty roundelay; then do the growing things of the earth smell the sweetest in the freshness of the early daytime - the fair flowers, the shrubs, and the blossoms upon the trees; then doth the dew bespangle all the sward as with an incredible multitude of jewels of various colors; then is all the world sweet and clean and new, as though it had been fresh created for him who came to roam abroad so early in the morning. — Howard Pyle