Hentschel H1 Quotes & Sayings

You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened. — Jorge Luis Borges

I must launch out my boat. The languid hours pass by on the shore
Alas for me!
The spring has done its flowering and taken leave. And now with the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger.
The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane the yellow leaves flutter and fall.
What emptiness do you gaze upon! Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air with the notes of the far-away song floating from the other shore? — Rabindranath Tagore

If the world were only pain and logic, who would want it? — Mary Oliver

Alice was standing in the gloom, with just the toes of her pointy shoes poking out into the sunlight. — Joseph Delaney

The only freedom supposed to be left to the masses is that of grazing on the ration of simulacra the system distributes to each individual. — Michel De Certeau

If you read something, what you have written you ain't gonna like it...

- It sounds horrible... so write don't read your own stuff. — Deyth Banger

A wish is a single unit of hope. It's a single request for something I dearly desire. — Sharon Weil

The world needs more Edwin Morgans, people who can take the language and swing it round their heads and don't care what you think. — Billy Connolly

Morality in the long run aligned with strategy. — Ronald Reagan

I can say that I have not done any culpable violation of the constitution. — Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo

I suddenly recalled that it was here in the squalor and gloom of this sunken street, terrorized perhaps by a premonition of the future, that Mona clung to me and with a quivering voice begged me to promise that I would never leave her, never, no matter what happened. And, only a few days later, I stood on the platform of the Gare St. Lazare and I watched the train pull out, the train that was bearing her away; she was leaning out of the window, just as she had leaned out of the window when I left her in New York, and there was that same, sad, inscrutable smile on her face, that last-minute look which is intended to convey so much, but which is only a mask that is twisted by a vacant smile. — Henry Miller