Eavesdrops Using A Hidden Quotes & Sayings

I'd seen fire when he touched me, and he had made me want to burn. — Rachel E. Carter

The highest mission of education is to help us to realise the inner principle of the unity of all knowledge and all the activities of our social and spiritual being. — Rabindranath Tagore

When Jo's conservative sister Meg says she must turn up her hair now that she is a "young lady," Jo shouts, "I'm not! and if turning up my hair makes me one, I'll wear it in two tails till I'm twenty ... I hate to think I've got to grow up, and be Miss March, and wear long gowns, and look as prim as a China aster! It's bad enough to be a girl anyway, when I like boys' games and work and manners! I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy; and it's worse than ever now, for I'm dying to go and fight with Papa, and I can only stay at home and knit, like a poky old woman. — Louisa May Alcott

Only a people serving an apprenticeship to nature can be trusted with machines. Only such people will so contrive and control those machines that their products are an enhancement of biological needs, and not a denial of them. — Herbert Read

The considerations of a corporation, especially now, have nothing to do with art or music. — Joni Mitchell

where she had dissected that poor frog. The homework assignment she had turned in on the eleventh of February surfaced in her mind as fresh as if she had completed it yesterday. "Four chambers," she whispered. — Charlie N. Holmberg

She patted his hand. Gnarled, ropescarred, speckled from the sun and the years of it. The ropy veins that bound them to his heart. There was map enough for men to read. There God's plenty of signs and wonders to make a landscape. To make a world. — Cormac McCarthy

Sorry the man, to my mind, who has not in his own home a place to be all by himself, to pay his court privately to himself, to hide! — Michel De Montaigne

It's very hard for a man to ask questions about sex. The smart ones do. — Betty Dodson

Oh of course it pleased me, it pleased me greatly. But I also felt as if my body had the consistency of egg shell, and a slight pressure on my arm, on my forehead, on my stomach would be enough to break it and dig out all my secrets, in particular those which were secrets even to me. — Elena Ferrante