Demiurge Studios Quotes & Sayings

I have Jesus in my heart and I sin. I do not want to sin, but I do. — Heidi Kreider

Every few thousand years some shepard inhales smoke from a burning bush and has a vision or eats moldy rye bread in a cave and sees God. — Kerry Thornley

Bernie Mac just says what you think but are afraid to say. — Bernie Mac

That's what I like about the modern world: choice. We all choose what we have to live with. — Dorothy Koomson

At the edge of the still, dark pool that was the sea, at the brimming edge of freedom where no boat was to be seen, she spoke the first words of the few they were to exchange. 'I cannot swim. You know it?"

In the dark she saw the flash of his smile. 'Trust me.' And he drew her with a strong hand until the green phosphorescence beaded her ankles, and deeper, and deeper, until the thick milk-warm water, almost unfelt, was up to her waist. She heard him swear feelingly to himself as the salt water searched out, discovered his burns. Then with a rustle she saw his pale head sink back into the quiet sea and at the same moment she was gripped and drawn after him, her face to the stars, drawn through the tides with the sea lapping like her lost hair at her cheeks, the drive of his body beneath her pulling them both from the shore. They were launched on the long journey towards the slim shape, black against glossy black, which was the brigantine, with Thompson on board. — Dorothy Dunnett

Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it. — George Santayana

I've never liked spending a lot of time on beauty stuff. I have two eye pencils that I use, and that's it. — Justine Bateman

Oh, my dating skills are the worst. No, I pick the wrong men; it's amazing. I am awful, the worst dater. — Paget Brewster

We can live out our lives, and in the end realize that we never really 'lived' a day in our lives. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

From all I did and all I said let no one try to find out who I was. — C.P. Cavafy

We are difficult. Human beings are difficult. We're difficult to ourselves, we're difficult to each other. And we are mysteries to ourselves, we are mysteries to each other. One encounters in any ordinary day far more real difficulty than one confronts in the most "intellectual" piece of work. Why is it believed that poetry, prose, painting, music should be less than we are? Why does music, why does poetry have to address us in simplified terms, when if such simplification were applied to a description of our own inner selves we would find it demeaning? — Geoffrey Hill

We are surrounded by so many extraordinary things in this life that it's easy to become jaded. We carry around in our pockets and purses these unimaginable miracles of modern technology, these mind-blowingly powerful computers that allow us to speak-at a moment's notice-with anyone in the world, that grant us access to billions of pages of information; with the press of a button, we can read almost any book every written, listen to any song ever recorded, or gaze into the face of a loved one, even if they are thousands of miles away. I think that's amazing. I don't want to be jaded. I want to marvel. — Justine Ezarik