Foundationless Hive Frames Quotes & Sayings

What have I to do with the sacredness of traditions, if I live wholly from within?" my friend suggested, - "But these impulses may be from below, not from above." I replied, "They do not seem to me to be such; but if I am the Devil's child, I will live then from the Devil." No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature. Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this; the only right is what is after my constitution; the only wrong what is against it. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

So we ride like this, in silent tension, my mind full of Matt and my body empty — Katy Evans

As a child, I was afraid of the dark and the monsters on the outside.
As a man, I run away from the light, afraid to show the monsters within. — Anthony Liccione

Do you see this heart-stopping beauty? Look closely, because in a moment your heart will stop. — Stephen King

He was a superb military officer but he was also an extraordinarily gifted politician. That he was an unusually open, honest and no-nonsense politician did not make him unsuited for the profession, only uncommon. In uniform and in politics Barry's purpose was always the defense of freedom. And nobody before or since managed the task more ably or more colorfully than Barry Goldwater. — John McCain

We never better enjoy ourselves than when we most enjoy God. — Benjamin Whichcote

You think Mother sent us out here to have visions?' Ralph asked.
'Maybe to gain strength and holiness by a purging process',Glen said. 'The casting away of things is symbolic,you know.Talismanic. When you cast away things, you're also casting away the self related others that are symbolically related to those things. You are starting a cleaning out process. You begin to empty the vessel. — Stephen King

Sometimes it's necessary to do wrong. Sometimes it's the only way to make things right. — Hillary Jordan

We are just strings of quarks living in a suburb of the local density maximum of the universe. — John D. Barrow

The blue butterfly fluttered across her range of vision to land on the head of a butter yellow dandelion in Emma's bouquet. The surprise and pleasure struck the three faces in that triangle under the white roses almost as one. Mac pressed the shutter. She knew, knew, the photograph wouldn't be blurry and dark or fuzzy and washed out. Her thumb wouldn't be blocking the lens. She knew exactly what the picture would look like, knew her grandmother had been wrong after all. Maybe happy ever after was bull, but she knew she wanted to take more pictures of moments that were happy. Because then they were ever after. — Nora Roberts