Macocco Algerie Quotes & Sayings

With great humility brings great grace. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Dreams are important to me because they are so irrational. I'm attracted to things which seem to fit together but don't in fact make any sense. Dreams didn't really have a lot to do with the novel whereas "The Adventuress," which was my first visual book, is almost entirely based on dreams. I had ten more or less random drawings and then I thought well, I'll make a plot that connects all of them. "The Three Incestuous Sisters" was kind of the same. The three characters appeared in a dream and I knew who they were. — Audrey Niffenegger

Martin is always telling me to put all of this behind me, to get on with my life. But the thing is, before Jesse, I never really had a life. I had a routine. I did things. But aside from the accident" - he gestured with his prosthetic arm - "nothing ever happened to me. But she happened. And it was like a train wreck. It was big and painful and beautiful and every second mattered. You know what Beaudelaire said about love? It's 'an oasis of horror in a desert of boredom.' But it's still an oasis. Our time together - that's the story of my life. Everything before her was just the boring setup. Like the first hour of a miniseries, the part that's just padding to stretch it out for three nights. And the time since she's gone - that's just been some sort of weird, dragged-out anticlimax. I can feel myself sitting in the audience watching my life and wondering, 'Why isn't this movie over? — Phoef Sutton

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again. — Richard Crashaw

I felt alone, my loneliness suffocated me, and I craved to scream, shout and kill me while seeing all this. However, self-hatred also occupied me. — Shaikh Ashraf

All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard. — Sara Teasdale