Eastcott Chair Quotes & Sayings

Worse, the deadly accuracy of filial faultfinding is facilitated by access, by trust, by willing disclosure, and so constitutes a double betrayal. — Lionel Shriver

The Wheel of Time weaves the Pattern of the Ages, and lives are the threads it weaves. No one can tell how the thread of his own life will be woven into the Pattern, or how the thread of a people will be woven. — Robert Jordan

Football is nothing without fans. — Matt Busby

Merce is my favorite artist in any field, — Jasper Johns

In reality, every reader is, while he is reading, the reader of his own self. The writer's work is merely a kind of optical instrument which he offers to the reader to enable him to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have experienced in himself. And the recognition by the reader in his own self of what the book says is the proof of its veracity. — Alain De Botton

Funny, one somehow imagines her snuffing quietly out now, the way the moon would if the sun vanished. — Mary Stewart

We have real enemies in the world. These enemies must be found. They must be pursued and they must be defeated. — Barack Obama

All Profound things, and emotions of things are preceded and attended by Silence. — Herman Melville

Vision is a strong tool for increase — Sunday Adelaja

There shall be equality of treatment and opportunity for all persons in the armed services without regard to race, color, religion or national origin. — Harry S. Truman

Are you mine?" I asked, low knowing the answer already.
"Completely." His voice thrummed with conviction.
And oh, I liked it.
"So I may do anything I wish with you?"
"Anything."
I didn't need his invitation, of course. He belonged to me, like everything in Sheol, but there was more pleasure in a willing slave. I drew my athame and took his hand. He shuddered at my touch because I put a thread of power in it, pulled it through him in a flicker of the darkest pleasure. Soon enough he'd beg for this, unable to perform with anyone else. I knew how to enthrall my lovers. With a faint smile, I pricked the tip of his finger. Not as much pain as he expected, I think, but I drew blood. His gasp aroused me. His blood welled like a crimson jewel and I took his fingertip between my lips, tasting him. Learning his secrets. — Ann Aguirre

The Apollo pictures of the whole Earth conveyed to multitudes something well known to astronomers: On the scale of the worlds - to say nothing of stars or galaxies - humans are inconsequential, a thin film of life on an obscure and solitary lump of rock and metal — Carl Sagan

Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph. — Robert Emmet

HOrrible. The most horrible sound on earth. The sound of death and torture and the agonies of a burning hell," Lisle said. "Damn them. It's bagpipes. — Loretta Chase