Lsailon Quotes & Sayings

Facts are the mere dross of history. It is from the abstract truth which interpenetrates them, and lies latent among them, like gold in the ore, that the mass derives its whole value; and the precious particles are generally combined with the baser in such a manner that the separation is a task of the utmost difficulty. — Thomas B. Macaulay

I'm very open about my politics. I don't believe in any political party at all, none of them. — John Lydon

When I wake up I go through an abbreviated process of mourning all over again. Plainly, there's something within me that's ready to believe in life after death. And it's not the least bit interested in whether there's any sober evidence for it. — Carl Sagan

All great civilizations, in their early stages, are based on success in war. — Kenneth Clark

I have always been sure
That when [the Day of Judgement] comes it will come in autumn.
Heaven, I am quite sure, wouldn't disappoint
The bulbs. — Christopher Fry

I wrote my first song when I was six or seven, a silly little song. But I used to write poems in high school - not songs. — Rachel Platten

A "question" is a microscope of words. — Ted Agon

The only discipline that lasts is self-discipline. — Bum Phillips

True believers aren't about to be seduced by the facts. — Gary Sloan

He was a futurist. They were all futurists. Everyone here gazed into the abyss for a living. Do it long enough, and the abyss would gaze back into you. If the abyss did that for long enough, the people who paid you for your eyes would send you to Normal Head. The — Warren Ellis

To us it seems incredible that the Greek philosophers should have scanned so deeply into right and wrong and yet never noticed the immorality of slavery. Perhaps 3000 years from now it will seem equally incredible that we do not notice the immorality of our own oppression of animals. — Brigid Brophy

Your mere presence makes me wish for a fifty-story window to jump out of and a cement sidewalk below. Or a moat. A moat with a dozen hungry alligators in it."
He smirked. "You always paint such lovely pictures with your words, little bird."
"I'm going to paint lovely pictures with your intestines," I shot back.
Drake laughed.
I hated him.
Seriously. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

He watched her emerald eyes darken with need until they were the color of the Highland hills warmed by the summer sun. — Shelly Thacker

Bod tried to smile, but he could not find a smile inside himself. — Neil Gaiman