Jeesh Louise Quotes & Sayings

Only
but this is rare
When a beloved hand is laid in ours,
When, jaded with the rush and glare
Of the interminable hours,
Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear,
When our world-deafen'd ear
Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd
A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast,
And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again.
The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain,
And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know.
A man becomes aware of his life's flow,
And hears its winding murmur; and he sees
The meadows where it glides, the sun, the breeze. — Matthew Arnold

An infinite advertising budget cannot counteract products that are disconnected from our biological heritage. — Gad Saad

In descriptions of Nature one must seize on small details, grouping them so that when the reader closes his eyes he gets a picture. For instance, you'll have a moonlit night if you write that on the mill dam a piece of glass from a broken bottle glittered like a bright little star, and that the black shadow of a dog or a wolf rolled past like a ball. — Anton Chekhov

I'm a dilettante. My governing word is 'curiosity.' — Ian Hacking

At the end of the day, you know, love does not happen between two perfect people as much as we would wish. — Hillary Clinton

The next move is always the test. — Seamus Heaney

As for extraordinary things, all the provision in the world would not suffice. — Michel De Montaigne

I'd always loved strings. When I was in high school and saw strings playing on stage, an orchestra or a symphony, all those bows moving at the same time ... wow. — Isaac Hayes

Playing octaves was just a coincidence. And it's still such a challenge, like chord versions, block chords like cats play on piano. There are a lot of things that can be done with it, but each is a field of its own. I used to have headaches every time I played octaves, because it was extra strain, but the minute I'd quit I'd be all right. But now I don't have headaches when I play octaves. — Wes Montgomery

This is what Laura loved about literature. You could see things in it that perhaps weren't there, but might be. And even that didn't matter if, in the end, readers needed something to be there. They could bring their somethings to a text, as co-creators, embedding a needed reality in the story that, if it was flexible enough, would allow new threads to take their place beside the author's. — L.L. Barkat

Okay," I started, "perhaps at this juncture we should discuss our
relationship."
"Clue in again, Gwen, the reason our relationship is the way it is, is
so I don't ever have to waste my fuckin' time doin' stupid-ass shit
like discussing it."
Oh boy. Now I was getting really angry. — Kristen Ashley

And it bred caution in the unveiling of its powers. The Crippled God bred caution but not well enough, for the powers of the earth came to it in the end. Chained was the Crippled God, and so Chained was it destroyed. And upon this barren plain that imprisoned the Crippled God many gathered to the deed. Hood, gray wanderer of Death, was among the gathering, as was Dessembrae, then Hood's Warrior - though it was here and in this time that Dessembrae shattered the bonds Hood held upon him. Also among the gathering were — Steven Erikson

All of us contain Music & Truth, but most of us can't get it out. — Mark Twain

There is some virtue in almost every vice, except hypocrisy; and even that, while it is a mockery of virtue, is at the same time a compliment to it. — William Hazlitt

Objectivity is a false god, and the worship of this idol is particularly pernicious in disciplines like journalism and history. It is not possible to be objective
although of course it is possible to be honest. By pretending to attain to objectivity, a writer's fundamental faith commitments are not eliminated, but rather submerged
and they then come out in interesting and intellectually dishonest ways. — Douglas Wilson