Lxxix Quotes & Sayings

CHAPTER LXXIX THE LAST DAYS OF MARY MASTERS — Anthony Trollope

I think there's a point to regulating, because there are snake oil companies. — Anne Wojcicki

LXXIX
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes.
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once moreL
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.
I want what I love to continue to live,
and you whom I love and sang above everything else.
to continue to flourish, full-flowered.
So that you can reach everything my love directs you to.
So that my shadow can travel along in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song. — Pablo Neruda

And yet by heaven I think my love as rare / as any that she belie with false compare
Sonnett CXXX, ll, 13-14 — William Shakespeare

Knowledge isn't power until it is applied. — Dale Carnegie

It is a bad plan that admits of no modification. — Publilius Syrus

If you knew the meaning of life, would you necessarily like it? — N.D. Wilson

Well, Kaleb's voice whispered in Nikita's mind, it seems this will make strange bedfellows out of us all. — Nalini Singh

he failed to report Herod's alleged wholesale slaughter of male infants at the rumor of a "royal birth" that might upset his reign. He did not mention the very public spectacle of a slow, agonizing death of a famous condemned miracle worker and healer. Though he did find that Josephus referred to no less than twenty individuals by the name of Yeshua - the letter "J" not in existence until the fourteenth century - Ryan's investigation could turn up not even a single legitimate detail of the physical life of Christ in Josephus's entire opus. — Kenneth Atchity

You know being and ex serviceman and a Disabled Gulf War Veteran. You could play Taps on a Jews Harp and I'd still cry — Stanley Victor Paskavich

But how? Genius in the Sperm Whale? Has the Sperm Whale ever written a book, spoken a speech? No, his great genius is declared in his doing nothing particular to prove it. It is moreover declared in his pyramidical silence.
(Moby Dick Chapter lxxix p345) — Herman Melville