Megumi Shimizu Quotes & Sayings

From the premise that Christianity is true it follows that the far-off glimpse of joy produced by fantasy is a glimpse of truth; that a great eucatastrophic tale like The Lord of the Rings is a gift of divine grace, an opening of the curtain that veils Heaven to earthly eyes, a tiny telepathic contact with the Mind of God. — Peter Kreeft

Bavaria made the adoption of the Beer Purity Law a condition of its joining the new German Empire. — Neil MacGregor

Look here, I have succeeded at last in fetching some gold from the sun.

{After his banker questioned the value of investigating gold in the Fraunhofer lines of the sun and Kirchhoff handing him over a medal he was awarded for his investigations.} — Gustav Kirchhoff

So by keeping her word, Frieda B. made amends. And the two who'd been strangers became best of friends. — Renata Bowers

The child realizes to every man his own earliest remembrance, and so supplies a defect in our education, or enables us to live over the unconscious history with a sympathy so tender as to be almost personal experience. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

If I could be who you wanted, all the time — Radiohead

Wonderful is the power of instrumental music, absolute music without words, that may convey impressions, deep and lasting, no words could give. — Aubertine Woodward Moore

My mother told me stories all the time ... And in all of those stories she told me who I was, who I was supposed to be, whom I came from, and who would follow me ... That's what she said and what she showed me in the things she did and the way she lives. — Paula Gunn Allen

Nothing," declared the first stormtrooper, standing at attention. Poe winked up at the trooper who had used his hands. "Good job." Forgetting — Alan Dean Foster

In the days of Moses and the prophets such a man would have been counted among the wise men of the land; in the Middle Ages he would have been burned at the stake. — Hans Christian Andersen

There is eloquence in the tongueless
wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the
reeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to something
within the soul, awaken the spirits to a dance of breathless
rapture, and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes, like
the enthusiasm of patriotic success, or the voice of one beloved
singing to you alone. — Percy Bysshe Shelley