Mauldeth Medical Centre Quotes & Sayings

You obsess (but of course you obsess) until the joy is gone from that thing you'd loved, until your fury overwhelms your passion, until you no longer know how to sit with your back against a tree and write poetry that no one will ever see. — Beth Kephart

I believe ... that the petal of a flower or a tiny worm on the path says far more, contains far more than all the books in the library. One cannot say very much with mere letters and words. Sometimes I'll be writing a Greek letter, a theta or an omega, and tilt my pen just the slightest bit; suddenly the letter has a tail and becomes a fish; in a second it evokes all the streams and rivers of the world, all that is cool and humid, Homer's sea and the waters on which Saint Peter wandered; or becomes a bird, flaps its tail, shakes out its feathers, puffs itself up, laughs, flies away. You probably don't appreciate letters like that, very much, do you, Narcissus? But I say: with them God wrote the world. — Hermann Hesse

Okay, well ... how's that water feeling, then?' 'Excuse me?' 'The Nile warm this time of the year? — J.R. Ward

Why did he do it?"
"For the same reason everyone makes mistakes. He fell in love. — Stephanie Perkins

There is no other Parliament like the English. For the ordinary man, elected to any senate, from Perisa to Peru, they may be a certain satisfaction in being elected ... but the man who steps into the English Parliament takes his place in a pageant that has ever been filing by since the birth of English history ... York or Lancaster, Protestant or Catholic, Court or Country, Roundhead or Cavalier, Whig or Tory, Liberal or Conservative, Labour or Unionist, they all fit into that long pageant that no other country in the world can show. — Josiah Wedgwood

Fire-lizard dance on wing
To the raucous song I sing.
Fire-lizrad wheel and turn,
Show me how the dragons learn. — Anne McCaffrey

We are all young beneath the watchful stars. — Robert V.S. Redick

There was a dense fog in my brain,impenetrable to any coherent thought,except the dull obsession of counting the minutes - an aching state of semi concsiousness and numb idiocy. — Arthur Koestler

Those little fish and the lobster as well are automatic survival mechanisms, like politicians. They — Hovav Heth

The truth is: nobody bothers to kill poets in America. It's enough to buy them in universities. Undead. — Erica Jong