Eswaddle Quotes & Sayings

For we are all sprung from earth and water — Xenophanes

Like everybody at that age, I read an awful lot of pulp fiction. But at the same time, I also read quite a bit of history and read that as much for pleasure as part of a curriculum. — John Hume

She whistled long and low. "Vampires really are bastards, aren't they?"
-"What was your first clue?" Arthur asked dryly. — Mur Lafferty

The question is not: How many people take you seriously? How much are you going to accomplish? Can you show some results? but: Are you in love with Jesus? — Henri Nouwen

The present condition of fame is merely fashion. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

Every thought is public,
Every nook is wide;
Thy gossips spread each whisper,
And the gods from side to side. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

some of us stay and some of us go
sooner or later we all make the little flowers grow. — Lee Hazlewood

We souls on foot, with foot-folk meet: For we that cannot hope to ride For ease or pride, have fellowship. — William Barnes

My body is just the container full of bacon that I carry my brain around in. And maybe it is. Maybe it is just the container I carry my brain around in. But so is a car. And if the car is broken down and busted, my brain isn't going anywhere. Same goes for my container. — Shonda Rhimes

Nobody looks stupid when they are having fun. — Amy Poehler

When A Man Is Trying To Win The Heart Of A Woman,He Studies Her.He Learns Her Likes,Dislikes,Habits And Hobbies.But After He Wins Her Heart And Marries Her,He Often Stops Learning About Her.If The Amount He Studied Her Before Marriage Was Equal To A High School Degree,He Should Continue To Learn About Her Until He Gains A College Degree,A Master's Degree And Ultimately A Doctorate Degree.It Is A Lifelong Journey That Draws His Heart Ever Closer To Hers. — Jennifer Dion

To make change sustain, the important thing is "end-to-end" performance. — Pearl Zhu

The soul is the perceiver and the revealer of truth. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

That's what happens to melodies: they get lost in the air. Just like memories. And the body. Memories and melodies and the body dissolve after we die. A musical instrument is not like the body, not at all: like the soul, it carries on. — Carolina De Robertis