Donnchadh Macmurrough Quotes & Sayings

Don't get hung up on the size. If you feel bad about yourself because a 12 is what fits, take a Sharpie, and write '6' on the label. — Stacy London

Sometimes I think I am a strange, strange creature -- something not of earth, nor yet of heaven, nor of hell. I think at times I am a little thing fallen on the earth by mistake: a thing thrown among foreign, unfitting elements, where every little door is closed -- every Why unanswered, and itself knows not where to lay its head. I feel a deadly certainty in some moments that the wild world contains not one moment of rest for me, that there will never be any rest, that my woman's-soul will go on asking long, long centuries after my woman's-body is laid in its grave. — Mary MacLane

My old English buddy, John Rackham, wrote and told me what made science fiction different from all other kinds of literature - science fiction is written according to the science fiction method. — Frederik Pohl

I'd walk a million miles to give her what she needs. But she would walk a million more to do what she believes. — Elton John

Purity of personal life is the one indispensable condition for building up a sound education. — Mahatma Gandhi

I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange. — Khalil Gibran

The impact of the Yemeni manuscripts is still to be felt. Their variant readings and verse orders are all very significant. Everybody agrees on that. These manuscripts say that the early history of the Koranic texts is much more of an open question than many have suspected: the text was less stable, and therefore had less authority, than has always been claimed. — Andrew Rippin

In heaven I will find you.
Among the pigeons and scraped bodies. The sky's spinning round and
round. Vultured color. Darkness throbbing. Like a child spun round
and round. It does not stop. — Rauan Klassnik

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining. — William Morris