Eriq Michael Quotes & Sayings

I'm fortunate enough not to be poor, and I'm not a bad tipper. — Shepard Smith

The arts teach and moralise by their beauty alone, not by translating a philosophical or social formula. For the truly artistic person, painting has itself as it's purpose, which is quite enough. — Theophile Gautier

I thoroughly enjoy the work I do in helping motivate and empower young girls to celebrate and love their natural selves. — Dominique Dawes

Courage is easy, when the alternative is getting killed. — Justin Cronin

God cannot deliver me while my interest is merely in my own character. Paul was not conscious of himself. He was recklessly abandoned, totally surrendered, and separated by God for one purpose--to proclaim the gospel of God. — Oswald Chambers

Death is the worst this world can throw at you, Darren
if you accept it, it has no power over you. — Darren Shan

Faith, faith, faith in ourselves, faith, faith in God, this is the secret of greatness.If you have faith in all the three hundred and thirty millions of your mythological Gods, and in all the Gods which foreigners have now and again introduced into your midst, and still have no faith in yourselves, there is no salvation for you. — Swami Vivekananda

How long will this last, this delicious feeling of being alive, of having penetrated the veil which hides beauty and the wonders of celestial vistas? It doesn't matter, as there can be nothing but gratitude for even a glimpse of what exists for those who can become open to it. — Alexander Shulgin

And it is also the only reward for my work: to feel what I have written is like the back of a cat as it is being petted, with sparks and an arching in cadence. (page 402) — Julio Cortazar

What will I be doing in twenty years' time? I'll be dead, darling! Are you crazy? — Freddie Mercury

Ana, there's a package for you. Kate is standing on the steps up to the front door holding a brown paper parcel. Odd. I haven't ordered anything from Amazon recently. — E.L. James

Words, rolling on. Sometimes the Harbinger of Death hears these words, words of house prices and commutes and the price of pasta and the new washing machine and the difficulty of finding a place to dry your wet clothes, and they make him indescribably sad.

Tonight, for some reason, as he listens to a story of a life still being built, and speaks of the ending of all things, he is not afraid, and this world, which seemed to be only ashes, begins again to give him an extraordinary joy. — Claire North

Army: A body of men assembled to rectify the mistakes of the diplomats. — Josephus Daniels