Intermeshing Quotes & Sayings

Something in my gut twisted so hard that it felt like I was being tickled by an invisible hand, and it took me a moment to realize what it was. Hope. It had been so long since I'd felt it that the sensation was like something living inside me, something wonderful waiting to break free, just like I was. — Alexander Gordon Smith

I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.' There — J.R.R. Tolkien

Our time, however much it talks of economy, is a squanderer: it squanders what is most precious, the spirit. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Writing fiction or nonfiction is a lonely battle wrestling with sentences in an effort to put together an intelligible thought that speaks for the author. — Kilroy J. Oldster

I didn't deserve a friend like this, who loved me for no reason--- who loved me despite my mistakes. I caught my breath as the thought entered my mind. Could God love me this way too? If Josh was going to jump off this boat and trust in God to save us, couldn't I trust him as well? — Nicole Quigley

I made myself into an envelope into which I could thrust my work deep, lick the flap, seal it from everybody. — Emily Carr

To call the population of strangers in the midst of which we live "society" is such a usurpation that even the sociologists wonder if they should abandon a concept that was, for a century, their bread and butter. Now they prefer the metaphor of a network to describe the connection of cybernetic solitudes, the intermeshing of weak interactions under names like "colleague," "contact," "buddy," acquaintance," or "date." Such networks sometimes condense into a milieu, where nothing is shared but codes, and where nothing is played out except the incessant recomposition of identity. — The Invisible Committee

What is seen and called the picture is what remains - an evidence. Even as one travels in painting toward a state of 'unfreedom' where only certain things can happen, unaccountably the unknown and free must appear. — Philip Guston

I wrapped my arms around him and held on as hard as I could. He was my tormentor and my solace: the creator of the dark and the light within. I didn't care that he would undoubtedly hurt me at any moment, right now; I just needed somebody to hold me ... To tell me these exact words. Its going to be okay. It wasn't of course, I knew that. But I didn't care, I needed the lie. — C.J. Roberts