Fascinum Quotes & Sayings

God loves the plagiarist. And so it is written, 'God created humankind in His image, in the image of God He created them. God is the original plagiarizer. With a lack of reasonable sources from which to filch - man created in the image of what? the animals? - the creation of man was an act of reflexive plagiarizing; God looted the mirror. When we plagiarize, we are likewise creating in the image and participating in the completion of Creation. — Jonathan Safran Foer

You, the sons and daughters, the future of Turkiye, even under such circumstances and conditions, your duty is to save the Turkish independence and the Republic, you will find the power you need in the noble blood in your veins. — Mustafa Kemal Ataturk

She had loved and been loved, but she felt in this moment of embrace as though there were nothing in her not shaped by love, from the chipped purple paint on her toenails to the fuzz in her belly button to her scarecrow hair escaping from Roselyn's ministrations and unguents. She was love, standing on love, breathing love, digesting love. — Thomm Quackenbush

The evil eye is the fascinum, it is that which has the effect of arresting movement and, literally, of killing life. At the moment the subject stops, suspending his gesture, he is mortified. This anti-life, anti-movement function of the terminal point is the fascinum, and it is precisely one of the dimensions in which the power of the gaze is exercised directly. — Jacques Lacan

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails. — William Arthur Ward

There are many different causes of the scarring. Viruses are common. Hepatitis B, hepatitis C, what we call autoimmune diseases where the body attacks the liver itself such as primary biliary cirrhosis is an autoimmune disease; sclerosing cholangitis is an autoimmune disease; and so those diseases where the liver is being destroyed by either the virus or an autoimmune disease, it can only scar, and why it doesn't regenerate has to do with the fact that there is this ongoing scar tissue that blocks that regeneration. — John Roberts

Weird noises: Happen in the wee hours.

Me, unaffected: The only supernatural and ominous force in this place is me and I was here first, so whatever and whoever you are you need to go. — Unknown

The gospel is for the defeated, not the dominant. — Tullian Tchividjian

Do not think your single vote does not matter much. The rain that refreshes the parched ground is made up of single drops. — Kate Sheppard

Violent crime is a solved problem - all they have to do is repeal the laws that keep those intelligent, capable, and responsible men and women from arming themselves, and violent crime evaporates like dry ice on a hot summer day. — L. Neil Smith

Meeting my brother was the single most incredible, wonderful event that had happened to me in my life up to that point. "I'm going to meet my brother," I said to the taxi driver, just to see how it sounded. Just for the novelty of saying out loud the words "my brother" for the first time. He was uninterested, and it thrilled me that the extraordinary thing I was experiencing seemd to be so ordinary to an outsider. — Kate Kerrigan

Marriage, sanctified by the bond of fidelity, is the nearest life gets to a work of art. — Jonathan Sacks

If we can still surmount what is natural and believe what we wish to believe, in spite of the force of evidence, then for a while at least we are masters of our fate, and we can paint the world we want. — Anne Perry

A night that began with mind-reading a grateful crustacean and ended with drunken elves would be a night to remember. — Karen Joy Fowler

Blood had long since ceased to beat from one end to the other, but one could sense, from passages marked with fresher traces of wheels and hooves, that once the meaning and even the very idea of a long journey was lost, sleep had not descended over it in one fell swoop: it had continued to steal a march here and there, in a discontinuous way, and over short distances, like a laborer who feels his cart jolt on a section of Roman road that crosses his field ... — Julien Gracq