Harston Beeson Quotes & Sayings

That's part of your curse. To drive men mad with desire and feel no pleasure".
"Great," I muttered. "And all this time I thought I was frigid. — Kristina Douglas

The other day when I was walking through the woods, I saw a rabbit standing in front of a candle making shadows of people on a tree. — Steven Wright

We've all done this - created our mix-and-match families, our homemade safety nets. — David Levithan

But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason you were brought into Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you might know me better there. — Reza Aslan

One of the challenges with period costumes is, on a technical level, making the scale of different periods work on contemporary bodies. We're much bigger than what people were in older times. — Colleen Atwood

Religion is no longer considered the source of serious truth claims that could potentially conflict with public agendas. The private realm has been reduced to an "innocuous 'play area'", says Peter Berger, where religion is acceptable for people who need that kind of crutch- but where it won't upset any important applecarts in the larger world of politics and economics. — Nancy Pearcey

A society devoted to self-destruction and waste but unwilling to acknowledge its indulgent ways. — Dan Simmons

Why, that is nothing: for I tell you, father,
I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;
And where two raging fires meet together
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury:
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all:
So I to her and so she yields to me;
For I am rough and woo not like a babe. — William Shakespeare

If you kept the small rules, you could break the big ones. — George Orwell

I like guys who wear nice clothes, nice jeans, nice trainers - I hate skinny jeans and those T-shirts that are really low-cut. — Georgia Salpa

My everyday Appleton life, my phones calls to my father, my occasional beers with friends, my Saturday-morning jobs around the reservoir - what was all that, but the opiated husk of a life, the treadmill of the ordinary, a cage built of convention and consumerism and obligation and fear, in which I'd lolled for decades, oblivious, like a lotus eater, as my body aged and time advanced? — Claire Messud