Mcsheehy Maurya Quotes & Sayings

At last, in the gray dawn of Civilization the fire in the Soul dies down. The dwindling powers rise to one more, half-successful, effort of creation, and produce the Classicism that is common to all dying Cultures. The soul thinks once again, and in Romanticism looks back piteously to its childhood; then finally, weary, reluctant, cold, it loses its desire to be, and, as in Imperial Rome, wishes itself out of the overlong daylight and back in the darkness of protomysticism in the womb of the mother in the grave. — Oswald Spengler

If one could only say just once: 'this is clear', all would be saved — Albert Camus

Burn shavings and splinters of pitch pine, and when they turn to charcoal, put them out, and pound them into mortar with size. This will make a pretty black for fresco painting. — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio

At last, John Baptist, now able to choose his own spot within the compass of those walls for the exercise of his faculty of going to sleep when he would, lay down upon the bench, with his face turned over on his crossed arms, and slumbered. In his submission, in his lightness, in his good humour, in his short-lived passion, in his easy contentment with hard bread and hard stones, in his ready sleep, in his fits and starts, altogether a true son of the land that gave him birth. The — Charles Dickens

All through my twenties, I lived in very walkable cities - Philadelphia, San Francisco, and New York. — Elizabeth Banks

Her heart fluttered like a firefly with a missing wing. — Marissa Meyer

I sometimes feel that I have nothing to say and I want to communicate this. — Damien Hirst

You've destroyed me, Anna Jones. — Kristen Callihan

Why does Eleanor let you have that much acid?" he asked. "Why would you want that much acid? You don't need that much acid."
"Except that it appears I do, since I have just enough to dissolve a human body, and we have a human body in need of dissolving," said Jack. "Everything happens for a reason. And Eleanor didn't 'let' me have this much acid. I sort of collected it on my own. For a rainy day."
"What were you expecting it to rain?" said Christopher. "Bears? — Seanan McGuire

Some painters turn a yellow dot into the sun, others turn the sun into a yellow dot. — Pablo Picasso

I met my fathers in prison, they too a part of a scene; digging death. — Reginald Dwayne Betts