Quotes & Sayings About Losing Your Mojo

It is only through the radical defile of speech that we fall into the illusion that language is a register of conscious construction — Lacan Jacques

Every man needs an obsessio in order to enjoy life, and it was so much the better if that obsession was constructive. — Louis De Bernieres

Israel is a democratic state with an independent judiciary, a free press and a diverse population of many cultures, religions and creeds. — Jonathan Sacks

When it comes to strangers with guns," I told her, "I think suspicion is more likely to keep you alive than trust." She — Octavia E. Butler

Even his hair was bigger - a massive globe of blue-black frizz so thick that his
lobster-claw horns appeared to be drowning as they tried to swim their way to the surface.
"Is that why they named you Aphros?" Leo asked as they glided down the path from the cave. "Because of the Afro?"
Aphros scowled. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing," Leo said quickly. — Rick Riordan

No man has ever ruled other men for their own good. — George Davis Herron

You need to understand plant chemistry, be inured to discomfort and awesomely flexible. When something breaks down-the plane, the boat, you just have to roll with it. — Chris Kilham

Work is not always required. There is such a thing as sacred idleness. — George MacDonald

History, to be above evasion or dispute, must stand on documents, not on opinions. — Lord Acton

No doubts our generation is producing another form of grub street literature.. Welcome to the world of hack writers.. — Himmilicious

I believe that which you study is only matched in importance by the sincerity with which you approach it. — Chris Matakas

And the sword that had visited Earth from so far away smote like the falling of thunderbolts; and green sparks rose from the armour, and crimson as sword met sword; and thick elvish blood moved slowly, from wide slits, down the cuirass; and Lirazel gazed in awe and wonder and love; and the combatants edged away fighting into the forest; and branches fell on them hacked off by their fight; and the runes in Alveric's far-travelled sword exulted, and roared at the elf-knight; until in the dark of the wood, amongst branches severed from disenchanted trees, with a blow like that of a thunderbolt riving an oak tree, Alveric slew him. — Lord Dunsany