Monckton Cottages Quotes & Sayings

I don't play just one-two-three-four. I try to play melodies. — John Densmore

There is no such thing as excess in our taking of this spiritual food. There is no such virtue as temperance in spiritual feasting. — Jonathan Edwards

I said: How can such an ocean be contained in a jar? He replied: "How can you even grasp the understanding of the how and the means of this? Who can come to realize the mastery of the work that has no like?!... Inside the limited, He lays the world of infinity. — Jalaluddin Rumi

If you want ACTION, don't write. Go and tell the guy what you want. — David Ogilvy

I guess this is cliche, but I'd love to work with Kanye West, Mark Ronson, Diplo. — Hoodie Allen

It was a warm, rainy, autumnal day. The wide expanse that opened out before the heights on which the Russian batteries stood guarding the bridge, was at times veiled by a diaphanous curtain of slanting rain, and then, suddenly spread out in the sunlight, far-distant objects could be clearly seen glittering as though freshly varnished. Down — Leo Tolstoy

Go for it, Aunt Ginny! Knock him flying! You can always have another kid! One with better manners and less stinky feet! — G. Norman Lippert

Finally Cole spoke. "Shall we exchange rings?" He nodded at Beckett, who let the rings fall into Cole's hands as if it were the most important job he'd ever done. Perhaps to him it was. — Debra Anastasia

In the cell was a rack, a winch, a furnace, a set of branding irons, a pot for melting wax, nails of different lengths. A thumbscrew, a pair of flesh-tongs, heavy tweezers, a set of surgical instruments, a series of small metal trays, ropes, wire, preparations of quicklime, a hood and a blindfold. — Jeanette Winterson

The cart before the horse is neither beautiful nor useful. Before we can adorn our houses with beautiful objects the walls must bestripped, and our lives must be stripped, and beautiful housekeeping and beautiful living laid for a foundation. — Henry David Thoreau

Gold thou mayst safely touch; but if it stick Unto thy hands, it woundeth to the quick. — George Herbert

I wake up in that state of grief when you can tell you've been mourning even in your sleep. — Carolyn Parkhurst