Intrigues Def Quotes & Sayings

Sometimes an idea from six years ago will come to me out of the blue. And maybe I haven't even seen the lyrics I wrote down, but I'll just have this physical memory of having written it, and in my mind I can see the piece of paper, and the words I wrote down, and then by muscle memory, I'll remember the chords that go along with it. — Ryan Adams

A fat house-keeper makes leane Executors.
[A fat housekeeper makes lean executors.] — George Herbert

Teaching means to show a person that something is possible. — Frederick Salomon Perls

The men of the past had convictions, while we moderns have only opinions. — Heinrich Heine

You have gone once more to the seashore
and this time you have looked at the horizon
with a fugitive's lust.
You have asked yourself with sadness
who in Ithaca would notice your absence:
the sea toward which you always look,
the heavens you never question,
the land that waits for you assuredly. — Francisca Aguirre

Sundays had a candid feeling. There were no laws, no stakes. — Stephanie Danler

The wicked enjoy fellowship with others who are wicked; liars enjoy liars. — Anonymous

I find there is room in music to talk with music. It may expand ways people can participate with music. It doesn't sound hokey or like some kind of voice-over. — John Trudell

Walter loves the sea, and I need it in some elemental way that I cannot even come close to verbalizing. I become dim and shriveled somehow at my very core if I am away from the sea too long. When I return to it I seem to fill up and overflow with it, soaking in the vast, sighing wetness of it like a parched vine in a long, soft spring rain. — Anne Rivers Siddons

A good marriage shuts out a very great deal. — May Sarton

Whether you like it or not, whether you know it or not, secretly all nature seeks God and works toward [God]. — Meister Eckhart

I've been hyper-conscious about staying away from rubbish. I don't eat white bread, white rice or cereal unless it's porridge. — Fleur East

If you don't eat well and sleep well, you can't function well. You can't love well, not communicate well. Worst of all You will see things that doesn't exist. so take my advice and follow your mom. — Nikhil Yadav

At eighteen, she already looks like a woman of sorrows and as her breaths start becoming shorter, tired of looking over her shoulder, she only wants to get away from this city where no one can fathom her love- boundless and profane and real, like her skin and her lips and the insides of her thighs. She knows she can smile, smell like the others. Her skin would bleed too if pricked and yet this reality does not belong to the ones sleeping on the platform floor; this reality is hers and her alone. Thus when she puts the mirror back, she rummages in her handbag, searching for that thing called identity: some of it lost somewhere in the railway colony she had just left behind, some in Sudhanshu's left jacket pocket, the rest of it scattered here around broken teacups on railings, totally aberrant and arbitrary. — Kunal Sen