Dragonfish Deep Quotes & Sayings

Nature has made us passive, and to suffer is our lot. While we are in the flesh every man has his chain and his clog; only it is looser and lighter to one man than to another, and he is more at ease who takes it up and carries it than he who drags it. — Seneca The Younger

I fear we are too much concerned with material things to remember that our real strength lies in spiritual values. — Harry Truman

If you choose your life's work well, something bewitching can happen through your labors. Each hour you log can be a source of joy. — Laura Vanderkam

I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I've always had a talent for recognizing when I am in a moment worth being nostalgic for. — Lena Dunham

Good storytelling is one thing rural whites and Indians have in common. But native Americans have learned through harsh necessity that people who survive encroachment by another culture need story to survive. And a storytelling tradition is something Plains people share with both ancient and contemporary monks; we learn our ways of being and reinforce our values by telling tales about each other. — Kathleen Norris

Socialism is a wonderful idea. It is only as a reality that it has been disastrous. Among people of every race, color, and creed, all around the world, socialism has led to hunger in countries that used to have surplus food to export ... Nevertheless, for many of those who deal primarily in ideas, socialism remains an attractive idea
in fact, seductive. Its every failure is explained away as due to the inadequacies of particular leaders. — Thomas Sowell

Long, long ago, (said the voice), five hundred years ago or more, on a winter's day at twilight, a young man entered the Church with a young girl with ivy leaves in her hair. There was no one else there but the stones. No one to see him strangle her but the stones. He let her fall dead upon the stones and no one saw but the stones. He was never punished for his sin because there were no witnesses but the stones. The years went by and whenever the man entered the Church and stood among the congregation the stones cried out that this was the man who had murdered the girl with the ivy leaves wound into her hair, but no one ever heard us. But it is not too late! We know where he is buried! In the corner of the south transept! Quick! Quick! Fetch picks! Fetch shovels! Pull up the paving stones. Dig up his bones! Let them be smashed with the shovel! Dash his skull against the pillars and break it! Let the stones have vengeance too! It is not too late! It is not too late! — Susanna Clarke

There is one common flow, one common breathing, all things are in sympathy. — Hippocrates