Joyance Claude Quotes & Sayings

Look into words for the tomb of space
where beauties & stones & eternities untangle.
( ... )
In them is the flood which bothers the sea
and the songs which need no music.
Say these words that evolve into silence,
whose language survives not being understood.
Pronounce those which are unpalatable &
untangle from all the world wants to hear. — M.T.C. Cronin

He left and I wished I could go somewhere and start all over, which is how I've felt all my life. As soon as I get somewhere, I'm ready to leave. — Chris Offutt

First," said Ms. Johnson, "I want you to know that you are all winners,"

Why do grown-ups always say that? Duh,we know we're not all winners. — Bruce Hale

O love, how did you get here?
Nick and the Candlestick — Sylvia Plath

My favorite play in drama school was 'The Bacchae.' It's about a king who literally gets eaten alive by all the women in the play in a kind of orgy - it's related to the word 'bacchanal' - and I loved that idea of animalistic chaos and following our own desires. — Hugh Jackman

Don't be too quick to draw conclusions from what happens to you; simply let it happen. Otherwise it will be too easy for you to look with blame ... at your past, which naturally has a share with everything that now meets you. — Rainer Maria Rilke

Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be. — Jeanette Winterson

Atheists and their fellow travelers point to Islamic terrorism as a wake-up call that we'd better abandon God or the biblical disasters attributed to him will pale in comparison to what we'll end up doing to ourselves. In other words, God may not be dead, but keeping him alive endangers the human race. — Rick Yancey

Why do people watch fights? ... They watch it for inspiration. — Greg Jackson

Grassyasses." "Grassyasses?" everyone said in unison. "That means many thanks in Spanish," Mr. Farrington said with a swollen chest. — Joy Avery

She kept talking and she kept talking. I thought she would never stop. Standing there, I felt the sun pour through the windows, setting and rising on my back. The sunroom had become a sundial measuring the geological age of my psychological toture. — Paul Tremblay