Nasceste No Lar Quotes & Sayings

I had become a kind of information magpie, gathering to myself all manner of shiny scraps of fact and hokum and books and art-history and politics and music and film, and developing, too, a certain skill in manipulating and arranging these pitiful shards so that they glittered and caught the light. Fool's gold, or priceless nuggets mined from my singular childhood's rich bohemian seam? I leave it to others to decide. — Salman Rushdie

Experiences aren't pornographic; only images and representations - structures of the imagination - are. — Susan Sontag

Glasgow is less polite than Edinburgh but that's a good thing - they keep it very real. — Nik Kershaw

In love there is truth, and in truth there is peace. — A.D. Posey

But don't forget, opinions are like assholes, everyone has one, and most of them are just full of shit. - Lacey — Toni Aleo

But by nature, the human heart yearns most for what it cannot have. — Dean Koontz

Conceptuality is subjective; realization is objective. — R. Buckminster Fuller

Is there really such a thing as perfection? Of course not! It's a myth, a vicious rumor. — Aimee Cohen

Shocked at this rebuke, Sarah took a step backward. "But I ... I am the daughter of a marquess. I cannot marry either - "
"You are new here, so I will explain. In this land, nobility comes not from one's fathers or a title or from the land one owns, but from one's actions." His voice was hard-edged, and his words seemed harsh to her. "The MacKinnon brothers are the highest nobility to those who live on the frontier - true warriors, men who know how to fight and survive, men who put the lives of others before their own. Your family's wealth, your title, your virtue - they mean nothing out here. They won't fill your belly, and they won't keep you alive. What matters most right now is your survival. — Pamela Clare

To be together is for us to be at once as free as in
solitude, as gay as in company. — Charlotte Bronte

The desire to conquer is itself a sort of subjection. — George Eliot

Gold, or at least the prospect of it, saved him, then killed him. — H.W. Brands