Deep Stone Crypt Quotes & Sayings

The Coast Guard has long been known as the armed service that gets more done for less. — Howard Coble

The life of your dreams begins with the unfolding of consciousness from within. — Jiulio Consiglio

Housekeeping ain't no joke. — Louisa May Alcott

Capitalism, racism and inhuman technocracy quietly develop in their own way. The causes of misery are no longer to be found in the inner attitudes of men, but have long been institutionalized. — Jurgen Moltmann

I'm convinced that no one can amount to a damn in the arts if he becomes sweetly reasonable, seeing all sides of a picture, forgiving all sins. — Kurt Vonnegut

Syllables govern the world. — George Bernard Shaw

There are very few jobs where you're held up to public scrutiny. — Michael Keaton

Listen, boy, just ask the chef to make me a proper Full English Breakfast. You know, bacon, fried eggs, sausages, liver, grilled mushrooms and tomatoes, black pudding, kidneys, baked beans, fried bread, toast and served with strong English mustard, mind - none of this effete French muck - and a large mug of hot, strong Indian tea. — Bryan Talbot

The urge to transcend self-conscious selfhood is, as I have said, a principal appetite of the soul. — Aldous Huxley

And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and sold, The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold. — Richard Hovey

If in the laukik (worldly life), one attains the vision of alaukik (beyond the world), his work is accomplished. — Dada Bhagwan

What a blush," he murmured. "Good Lord, I've forgotten what it's like to be so innocent. I doubt I ever was."
St. Vincent was mesmerizing in the torchlight. Shadows nestled lovingly beneath the fine planes of his cheekbones. The thick, layered locks of his hair were the bronzed gold of an ancient Byzantine icon. — Lisa Kleypas

I'm just me - the way I am. — Louise Sauvage

Fancy rules over two thirds of the universe, the past, and future, while reality is confined to the present — Jean Paul

Philippa's letter, from an afflicted conscience, was not very much longer. ... if I don't look for him, no one else will. You know I'm sorry. But I couldn't leave that little thing to wither away by itself Don't be sad. We're all going to come back. And you can teach him Two Legs and I Wot a Tree, and save him the top of the milk for his blackberry pie. He'll never know, if we're quick, that nobody wanted him. ... Which had, Kate considered as she scrubbed off her tears, a ring of unlikely confidence about it, as well as rather a shaky understanding of the diet of one-year-old babies. — Dorothy Dunnett