Lamprecht Law Quotes & Sayings

intelligence organizes the world by organizing itself" (CR, pp. — Ulrich Muller

Ballet is like any other art form in that we all start out knowing nothing about it. — Robert Gottlieb

I'm off to sit on a cliff. — Nik Kershaw

Looking out the window, I wondered how many of those kids had parents who were losing it, or parents who were gone, taken off without a forwarding address, or parents who had buried themselves alive, who could argue and chop wood and make asses of themselves without being fully conscious. How many of them believed what they were saying when they blathered on about what college they'd go to and what they'd major in and how much they'd earn and what car they'd buy. They repeated that stuff over and over like an incantation that, if pronounced exactly right, would open the door to the life of their dreams. If they looked at their parents, at their crankiness and their therapy and their prescriptions and their ragged collections of kids, step-kids, half-kids, quarter-kids, and the habits that had started in secret but now owned them, body and soul, then they might curse that spell. — Laurie Halse Anderson

We could read every book even written on prayer, but that won't make us people of prayer. We learn to pray by doing it. — K.P. Yohannan

I loathe my own face, and I've done self-portraits because I've had nobody else to do. — Francis Bacon

Is a pale desert of gigantic water-lilies. They sigh one unto the other in that solitude. And stretch towards the heaven their long and ghastly necks. And nod to and fro their everlasting heads. And there is an indistinct murmur which cometh out from among them like the rushing of subterrene water. And they sigh unto the other ... And the tall primeval trees rock eternally hither and thither with a crashing and mighty sound. And from their high summits, one by one, drop everlasting dews. And at the roots strange poisonous flowers lie writhing in perturbed slumber. And overhead, with a rustling loud noise, the gray clouds rush westwardly forever, until they roll, a cataract, over the fiery wall of the horizon ... — Edgar Allan Poe

It's enough to indulge and to be selfish but true happiness is really when you start giving back. — Adrian Grenier