Mycenaean Quotes & Sayings

Ronan was broken; Ronan was fixable; Ronan had a soul. — Maggie Stiefvater

We'll be chopped up before you can say 'King Maggot'. — Tamora Pierce

Immortality - dazzling idea! who first imagined thee! Was it some jolly burgher of Nuremburg, who with night-cap on his head, and white clay pipe in mouth, sat on some pleasant summer evening before his door, and reflected in all his comfort, that it would be right pleasant, if, with unextinguishable pipe, and endless breath, he could thus vegetate onwards for a blessed eternity? Or was it a lover, who in the arms of his loved one, thought the immortality-thought, and that because he could think and feel naught beside! - Love! Immortality! — Heinrich Heine

This can be lonely work, but it connects you to other people in ways that many of the things we could do with our lives do not. — Christine Sneed

Vitamin D from mushrooms is not only vegan and vegetarian friendly, but you can prepare your own by exposing mushrooms to the summer sun. — Paul Stamets

Anyone can follow a crowd.
It's the leader that follows the facts. — Richard Diaz

Doubt has also been cast on the value of McKeith's certified membership of the American Association of Nutritional Consultants, especially since Guardian journalist Ben Goldacre managed to buy the same membership online for his dead cat for $60. — Ben Goldacre

Failure is the most important part of an artist's training, and one you cannot afford to do without. — Gustav Holst

Exercise is not a thing we do to fix a problem - it is a thing we must do anyway, a thing without which there will always be problems — Mark Rippetoe

Time wounds all heels. — Groucho Marx

He doesn't tell me how beautiful I am; he shows me. — M.J. Fields

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