Fuchsia Cecile Quotes & Sayings

[E]verything contributes to spreading confusion. — Albert Camus

There are moments in life where the question of knowing whether one might think otherwise than one thinks and perceive otherwise than one sees is indispensable if one is to continue to observe or reflect ... What is philosophy today ... if it does not consist in, instead of legitimizing what we already know, undertaking to know how and how far it might be possible to think otherwise? — Michel Foucault

We are all vainer of our luck than of our merits. — Rex Stout

The Russians have held my title for ten years and they're going to be in for it when I win the Championship. They're going to have to wait and play under my conditions. — Bobby Fischer

I appreciate all the trouble you went to in order to ensure my survival."
"Purely selfish, I assure you."
"Because you need me to oversee your household?"
"Because I need you to marry. Men tend to frown at the notion of marrying someone who isn't breathing. — Lorraine Heath

My mother was always working for a job, so I guess I was always trained that I should have multiple jobs, multiple aspirations. And I remember she had multiple aspirations, always hearing about her dreams and things she did in the past and things she wanted to do. — Sean Combs

Baseball is a game dominated by vital ghosts; it's a fraternity, like no other we have of the active and the no longer so, the living and the dead. — Richard Gilman

Our dear country, Iran, throughout history has been subject to threats. — Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

Oh I love horror movies, yeah. I think my favorite movie growing up was 'The Omen.' I actually wanted to be that little kid. — Norman Reedus

You are in your future right now which you've imagined yesterday. — Rajesh Walecha

My 6 years with Murdoch were pivotal for my entire research career. — Paul Nurse

Why give a horse to a man who cannot ride? — George R R Martin

She could just distinguish his features, as he slept the perfect sleep. In this darkness, she seemed to see him so distinctly. But he was far off, in another world. Ah, she could shriek with torment, he was so far off, and perfected, in another world. She seemed to look at him as at a pebble far away under clear dark water. And here was she, left with all the anguish of consciousness, whilst he was sunk deep into the other element of mindless, remote, living shadow-gleam. He was beautiful, far-off, and perfected. They would never be together. Ah, this awful, inhuman distance which would always be interposed between her and the other being! There was nothing to do but to lie still and endure. She felt an overwhelming tenderness for him, and a dark, under-stirring of jealous hatred, that he should lie so perfect and immune, in an other-world, whilst she was tormented with violent wakefulness, cast out in the outer darkness. — D.H. Lawrence