Hawaliusian Quotes & Sayings

I go into a meditative state but I don't follow a path that people who meditate take, like sitting in a room and getting quiet. It is when I swim that I meditate. — Benoit Lecomte

Our founding fathers could not have foreseen that freedom of the press might eventually be threatened just as much by media consolidation as by government. — Marshall Herskovitz

But then what were physical feelings if not more electrical messages from the brain? Why believe in them either? Was there anything trustworthy in the Universe that one could hug and hold on to in the midst of a butterfly storm, other than a Hawaliusian wind staunch? — Eoin Colfer

Love stories are only fit for the solace of people in the insanity of puberty. No healthy adult human being can really care whether so-and-so does or does not succeed in satisfying his physiological uneasiness by the aid of some particular person or not. — Aleister Crowley

And I saw how everybody dies and nobody's going to care. I felt how it is to live just so you can die like a bull trapped in a screaming human ring. — Jack Kerouac

Cleverness builds ever more elaborate structures of self-justification ... But in the end you know what is and what is not right. All men do, though they may spend their years trying to bury that knowing, burying it beneath words, hatred, lusts, sorrow, or any of the other bricks from which they build their lives ... When the time comes, you'll know. But knowing is never enough. — Mark Lawrence

Every feeling hath been shaken;
Pride, which not a world could bow,
Bows to thee - by thee forsaken,
Even my soul forsakes me now. — George Gordon Byron

After my own for instance, my favourite is Princess Leia. — Peter Mayhew

Life isn't about trying to be an expert in everything. It's about being an expert in one thing and offering it to the world. — Bo Sanchez

Care more than others think wise. — Howard Schultz

It's fun when you create a world to inhabit it and see the other characters from grounds eye view. — Mike White

Of all the emotional relationships in life, is there any more delicate, more noble, and more intense than a boy's deep and yet so totally bashful love for another boy? The kind of love that never speaks, never dares give way to a caress, a glance, or a word, the kind of vigilant love that bitterly grieves over every shortcoming or imperfection in the one who is loved, a love which is longing and admiration and negation of self, and which is pride and humility and calmly breathing happiness. — Jens Peter Jacobsen