Moored To The Universe Quotes & Sayings

To raise, to elevate, to endorse with timeless reverence the image of woman has been my mission. — Ruth Bernhard

We opened our eyes and turned in bed to take a good look at each other. We both knew it then. We'd reached the end of something, and the thing was to find out where new to start. — Raymond Carver

I'm not one to blow smoke at my players. They kicked our butts on the offensive boards. And it's not just because the ball came their way. — Gregg Popovich

The Bible is more to be admired than the Louvre Museum, and the Gospel of John is perhaps its Mona Lisa. — James M. Hamilton Jr.

Pleasure in this respect is like photography. What we take, in the presence of the beloved object, is merely a negative film; we develop it later, when we are at home, and have once again found at our disposal that inner darkroom, the entrance to which is barred to us so long as we are with other people. — Marcel Proust

Make him work to deserve you. — Stephanie Tromly

I have a good relationship with the world. But I don't know what the trick is to maintaining it. — Ben Affleck

She kissed him with all the aching longing that being this close to him evoked; she kissed him in all the ways he had ever kissed her, feeling faint with joy when he began to kiss her back, his mouth moving with fierce tenderness, then opening with fiery demand over hers, until their breaths were mingled gasps, and they were straining to one another. — Judith McNaught

There are so many scripts and they are fantastic. I think I would like to do something different, maybe something smaller. — Emma Watson

Policies are judged by their consequences but crusades are judged by how good they make the crusaders feel. — Thomas Sowell

And as if by magic - and it may have been magic, for I believe America is the land of magic, and that we, we now past Americans, were once the magical people of it, waiting now to stand to some unguessable generation of the future as the nameless pre-Mycenaean tribes did to the Greeks, ready, at a word, each of us now, to flit piping through groves ungrown, our women ready to haunt as laminoe the rose-red ruins of Chicago and Indianapolis when they are little more than earthen mounds, when the heads of the trees are higher than the hundred-and-twenty-fifth floor - it seemed to me that I found myself in bed again, the old house swaying in silence as though it were moored to the universe by only the thread of smoke from the stove. — Gene Wolfe