Facilement Quotes & Sayings

When I stop becoming, that's when I worry. — Stephen Dunn

In order to weep, I had descended to the realm of the dead themselves, to their secret chambers, led by the invisible but soft hands of birds down stairways which were folded up again as I advanced. I displayed my grief in the friendly fields of death, far from men: within myself. — Jean Genet

If anger arises in the mind in response to an outside event, it's helpful to look for either the saddening or frightening aspect of that event and then take whatever measures we can to address the sadness or the fear. Knowing that negativity or aversion is a transient energy never means to ignore it. It means to see it clearly, always, and work with it wisely [p. 85]. — Sylvia Boorstein

The money The girl stiffened at something she heard in his voice, something jagged and sharp, like words torn by the blade of a knife. — Billie Letts

Then she saw me watching her. For perhaps two seconds our eyes met and held. I knew then why the ancients armed the cruellest god with arrows; I felt the shock of it right through my body. — Mary Stewart

Love Egoist:
Let me tell you this. I've done things to be appreciated but nothing to be insulted for. After all, I'm trying my hardest not to disappoint my students. — Bisco Hatori

It's just a ride. — Bill Hicks

The good, the true, and the beautiful are always their own best argument for themselves - by themselves - and in themselves. — Richard Rohr

It's easy to shake our heads in disgust at Pharaoh or Herod or Planned Parenthood. — Russell D. Moore

Earth will grow worse till men redeem it, And wars more evil, ere all wars cease. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

Shakespeare's bitter play [Troilus and Cressida] is therefore a dramatization of a part of a translation into English of the French translation of a Latin imitation of an old French expansion of a Latin epitome of a Greek romance. (p. 55) — Gilbert Highet

The air of those rooms was saturated with the fine bouquet of a silence so nourishing, so succulent, that I never went into them without a sort of greedy anticipation, particularly on those first mornings, chilly still, of the Easter holidays, when I could taste it more fully because I had only just arrived in Combray[ ... ] — Marcel Proust