Fluteboys Quotes & Sayings

What is honour, my dear, when you have nothing to eat? — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

As the most generous vine, if it is not pruned, runs out into many superfluous stems, and grows at last weak and fruitless; so dote the best man, if he be not cut short of his desires and pruned with afflictions. If it be painful to bleed, it is worse to wither. Let me be pruned, that I may grow, rather than be cut up to burn. — Joseph Hall

Negotiating the Goodreads interface is like returning a giraffe's eyelashes to their follicles after a Napalm attack using only a rolling pin and a bucket. — Steve Whitmore

You have the ability and gifts to do whatever you want. It is your turn now to change the world. Yes we can! — Barack Obama

The one place where I'm allowed to rebel, and the one place where I'm allowed to not worry about censoring myself is my music. — Taylor Swift

The magic of achievement is persistent endurance. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The Service without Hope
Is tenderest, I think
...
There is no Diligence like that
That knows not an Until — Emily Dickinson

I have got so low that I have asked to be hospitalized and for deep narcosis (sleep). I cannot stand being awake. The pain is too much ... Something has happened to me, this vital spark has stopped burning - I go to a dinner table now and I don't say a word, just sit there like a dodo. Normally I am the centre of attention, keeps the conversation going, - so that is depressing in itself. It's like another person taking over, very strange. The most important thing I say is 'good evening' and then I go quiet. — Spike Milligan

If you're planning on quitting, first make sure it's not for one of these reasons:
Fear
Discomfort
Anger
Self-pity
Someone's negative opinions
Past failures
Unrealistic expectations — Charles F. Glassman

Hollywood is so fake and people need to realize that people are just people, and you, too, don't need to be born into something or have money or have whatever product someone is hawking on you. — Katy Perry

Try the meditation of the trail, just walk along looking at the trail at your feet and don't look about and just fall into a trance as the ground zips by. Trails are like that: you're floating along in a Shakespearean Arden paradise and expect to see nymphs and fluteboys, then suddenly you're struggling in a hot broiling sun of hell in dust and nettles and poison oak ... just like life. — Jack Kerouac