Iturbe 2017 Quotes & Sayings

The rules or 'laws' of poetry are only tentative devices, an approximate scheme. There is no Sinaitic recipe for poetry, for the individual poem is the norm. — Louis MacNeice

I'm a wall to wall geek. I love sci fi; I've had a crush on Spider-Man since I was five years old, and there's an uncomfortably large shelf in my living room just for my comics. — Katie Findlay

This is called synchronicity - a state in which you almost feel as if you are in a collaborative arrangement with fate. — Wayne Dyer

Eloquence is logic on fire. — Lyman Beecher

Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity. — William Blake

(Many religions, from Judaism to Zoroastrianism, use light and fire as symbols for the presence of God, perhaps because light, like God, cannot be seen but permits us to see everything there is, perhaps because fire liberates the energy hidden in a log of wood or a lump of coal just as God liberates the potential energy to do good things that is hidden in every human being, just as God will be the fire that burns within Moses, enabling him to do the great things he will go on to do, but not consuming him in the process.) — Harold S. Kushner

Without a mythology, faith is impersonal and heartless. — Amos Bronson Alcott

Elizabeth is stumbling about the Stromonds' ballroom with all the grace of a baby elephant. Granted, she doesn't weigh much, but it may prove fatal to the Stromonds' porcelain. — Meredith Duran

Secrets, Charley," my mother whispered. "They'll tear you apart. — Mitch Albom

Rage and unbearable pain meshed together like twin strands in an ever-tightening rope. — Steven Erikson

Luck favors the prepared mind. — Richard Hamming

The Jungle Bush Beaters didn't last too long as a group, but we had a pretty good time while we did. — Levon Helm

I grew up in Baltimore which is a one of the biggest drug cities. I've seen a lot of drugs ... so it was always around me, but I never really indulged in those type of activities. I never used drugs in my life and I was blessed enough with the wisdom and the strength to move forward. — Mario

Outside, overgrown grass lapped dew on Ronan's boots, and mist curled around the tyres of the charcoal BMW. The sky over Monmouth Manufacturing was the colour of a muddy lake. It was cold, but Ronan's gasoline heart was firing. He settled into the car, letting it become his skin. The night air was still coiled beneath the seats and lurking in the door pockets; he shivered as he tethered his raven to the seat belt fastener in the passenger seat. Not the fanciest setup, but effective for keeping a corvid from flapping around one's sports car. Chainsaw bit him, but not as hard as the early morning cold. — Maggie Stiefvater