Laveaux Governor Quotes & Sayings

He who has lived and thought can never
Help in his soul despising men,
He who has felt will be forever
Haunted by days he can't regain.
For him there are no more enchantments,
Him does the serpent of remembrance,
Him does repentance always gnaw.
All this will frequently afford
A great delight to conversations. — Alexander Pushkin

No sane person, I hope, would accuse me of saying that every Distributist must drink beer; especially if he could brew his own cider or found claret better for his health. But I do most emphatically scorn and scout the vulgar refinement that regards beer as something unseemly and humiliating. And I would shout the name of beer a hundred times a day, to shock all the snobs who have so shameful a sense of shame. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

Do your worst, Pidge. I'm tired of your shit."
I released his skin and jerked my arms, struggling against his grip. "My shit? Let me out of this fucking car!"
He pulled my wrists close to his face. "I love you, dammit! You're not going anywhere until you sober up and we figure this out! — Jamie McGuire

The gifts of microscopes to our understanding of cells and organisms is so profound that one has to ask: What are the gifts of the microscopist? Here is my opinion. The gift of the great microscopist is the ability to Think with the eyes and see with the brain. Deep revelations into the nature of living things continue to travel on beams of light. — Daniel Mazia

The technology of synthetic biology is currently accelerating at four times the rate of Moore's Law. It's been doing that since 2005, and it's likely to continue. — Stewart Brand

I'd laboured over it a long while, and labour brings a thing near the heart's core. — Mary Webb

Talents are like the fairies. If no-one believes in them, they die. — Chris I. Naylor

Her heart was like a great road with room for everyone. — Lisa See

A woman is like tea. She will never know how strong she is until she is in hot water. — Bodie Thoene

Will I see you at all?
He shook his head. But he couldn't yet make himself move away. He was unwilling to relinquish his hold on her, unwilling to say that final good-bye. He held her for a minute, then two, then three, simply holding her and committing to memory what he could not have in life. There was a sweet, comforting scent to her.
His memory was very, very good, but she was better.
He only loosened his grip when he feared he might not be able to let go of her at all. — Courtney Milan