Dryburgh Hardscapes Quotes & Sayings

Wherever we've gone around the world, we've found quite significant gaps: the holy texts, no matter which one you turn to, has ambiguity in it around slavery. That, we knew, was being used as justification by slavers all over the world. — Andrew Forrest

spoken to Malamore like this, ever. He wheeled around towards Dirlewanger, — Simon Sebag Montefiore

You have wings, I have roots. — Jorge Molist

I've been blessed. I have no complaints. I've been surrounded by people in radio, on stage and in motion pictures and television who love me. The things that have gone wrong have been simply physical things. — Dick York

Anybody pretending to be anything other than who you really are-you will never, ever reach your personal potential. — Oprah Winfrey

I want just to be happy and peaceful. And that's not always the case when you're married. — Olivier Martinez

The joy is in the creation. So I've never had a target audience, it's always been about being true to the work as it emerges. — Rob Bell

You have the ability to give so much to the world by emitting feelings of love and well-being, despite what is happening around you. — Rhonda Byrne

Our Phoenician ancestors never left anything they undertook unfinished. Consider what they accomplished in their days, and the degree of culture they attained. — Ameen Rihani

Meditation is the use of symbols, not abstractions. A symbol is something alive. It is a hyphen between one reality and another. — Frederick Lenz

It was by this time about nine in the morning, and the first fog of the season. A great chocolate-colored pall lowered over heaven, but the wind was continually charging and routing these embattled vapors; so that as the cab crawled from street to street, Mr. Utterson beheld a marvelous number of degrees and hues of twilight; for here it would be dark like the black end of evening; and there would be a glow of a rich, lurid brown, like the light of some strange conflagration; and here for a moment, the fog would be quite broken up and a haggard shaft of daylight would glance in between the swirling wreaths. The dismal quarter of Soho seen under these changing glimpses, with its muddy ways, and slatternly passengers, and its lamps, which had never been extinguished or had been kindled afresh to combat this mournful reinvasion of darkness, seemed, in the lawyer's eyes, like a district of some city in a nightmare. — Robert Louis Stevenson

In general, when a novel manipulates its material to conform to the pieties of the day, or alternatively to attack those pieties for no other reason than the visibility such an attack will generate, when its literary tropes are all too familiar, its clever prose reminiscent of other clever prose, then the compass needle is slipping away from true north ... When, on the other hand, the author renounces some easy twist, some expected payoff, to take us into territory we didn't expect but that nevertheless fits with the drift of the story, then the novel gains force and conviction. And when he or she does it again, telling quite a different story that is nevertheless driven by the same urgent tensions, then we are likely moving into the zone of authenticity. — Tim Parks