Elixer Quotes & Sayings

I'm drunk on the fiery elixer of beauty. — Everett Ruess

That's how memories work, I suppose; you just go through life collecting them, never letting go of the precious ones but leaving room in your heart for more. — Dan Gemeinhart

Doubt is the only reliable source of creativity. — Peter Tieryas

I think I'll let you come first." His voice is gravelly. "Then I'm going to rip you clean in half. — Jodi Ellen Malpas

In Ronald Reagan's case, he always bore with him this extraordinary ability to radiate confidence, optimism, clarity, a blitheness of spirit, in what other people saw as chaos. And after the 1970s, that was catnip. — Rick Perlstein

Memories lurk like dustballs in the backs of drawers. The stereo is a special model that plays only music fraught with poignant associations. — Jay McInerney

With all art expression, when something is seen, it is a vivid experience, sudden, compelling, and inevitable. — Ansel Adams

I am more of a New Yorker than ever and just actually, sometimes I fantasize about living somewhere else, where it's maybe not quite so crowded or stressful, blah, blah, blah and after September 11th, I guess I could just not imagine living anywhere else. — Sigourney Weaver

Once upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison. — Chris Wooding

Things hurt more when you were alone, that was all. — Richard Bachman

I smelt him, smelt Johnny; for a second I thought - what? That he was there, was with me, that he wasn't...But I realised it was his perfume, the one I'd had made specially for him by an artisan perfumer in New York, his own custom-made one-off blend. It had been hideously expensive but I hadn't cared as long as it had pleased him. It was all intense essential oils, layer upon layer of labdanum, patchouli, vanilla, vetiver, ambrette, frankincense, myrrh, amber, Bulgarian rose absolute, Oud wood - the list was endless and beautiful, like a scented prayer. The woman had said some of the ingredients would keep their fragrance for a hundred years, would never die. Like me, he'd said, like us. I'd put some drops of the heavy dark oil on a couple of cotton wool pads and put them in the box when we got it, now the fragrance - strange, narcotic, archaic - filled the room like his ghost, embracing me in memories. — Joolz Denby