High Hrothgar Quotes & Sayings

Only those who regard healing as the ultimate goal of their efforts can, therefore, be designated as physicians. — Rudolf Virchow

Wherever the State touches the personal life of the infant, the child, the youth, or the aged, helpless, defective in mind, body or moral nature, there the State enters "woman's peculiar sphere," her sphere of motherly succor and training, her sphere of sympathetic and self-sacrificing ministration to individual lives. — Anna Garlin Spencer

the Rey family grave at the — Tatiana De Rosnay

It is my look they will flinch from now, my frown that they must fear. — George R R Martin

I feel like the wrath of God. You like that boy, don't you? I love him, Tom. — Clifford Odets

Are these people mistreating you? Do you need me to call somebody? Cough if you can't answer." Cora said, her imagination running wild. — Jenn Winter

Without the ice, the earth will fall — Emma Thompson

On any given day, I'm likely to be working at home, hunched over this keyboard, typing Great Thoughts and Beautiful Sentences - or so they seem at the time, like those beautifully flecked and iridescent stones one finds at the seashore that gradually dry into dull gray pebbles. — Michael Dirda

I don't know how to write a children's book. — Maurice Sendak

I perceived that I was on a little round grain of rock and metal, filmed with water and with air, whirling in sunlight and darkness. And on the skin of that little grain all the swarms of men, generation by generation, had lived in labour and blindness, with intermittent joy and intermittent lucidity of spirit. And all their history, with its folk-wanderings, its empires, its philosophies, its proud sciences, its social revolutions, its increasing hunger for community, was but a flicker in one day of the lives of the stars. — Olaf Stapledon

To the Harbormaster"

I wanted to be sure to reach you;
though my ship was on the way it got caught
in some moorings. I am always tying up
and then deciding to depart. In storms and
at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide
around my fathomless arms, I am unable
to understand the forms of my vanity
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder
in my hand and the sun sinking. To
you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage
of my will. The terrible channels where
the wind drives me against the brown lips
of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet
I trust the sanity of my vessel; and
if it sinks, it may well be in answer
to the reasoning of the eternal voices,
the waves which have kept me from reaching you. — Frank O'Hara

Cynthia ordered Guilty Pleasure-why was I not surprised? — Rachel Hawthorne