Nathaniels Hats Quotes & Sayings

After all, let a man take what pains he may to hush it down, a human soul is an awful ghostly, unquiet possession, for a bad man to have. Who knows the metes and bounds of it? Who knows all it's awful perhapses, -those shudderings and temblings, which it can no more live down than it can outlive its own eternity! What a fool is he who locks his door to keep out spirits, who has in his own bosom a spirit he dares not meet alone, -whose voice, smothered far down, and piled over with mountains of earthiness, is yet like the forewarning trumpet of doom! — Harriet Beecher Stowe

No. I remember. So long as I don't think about it too much, my hands and feet take over; some memory locked into muscle that my brain has nothing to do with.
I know how to drive. And I'm better at it than he is. — Teri Terry

I'm a firm believer that all this packaged stuff that Americans are buying up in gobs is making them fatter. — Michael Symon

Welcome to the Folly," he said. "Official home of English magic since 1775." "And your patron saint is Sir Isaac Newton?" I asked. Nightingale grinned. "He was our founder and the first man to systemize the practice of magic." "I was taught that he invented modern science," I said. "He did both," said Nightingale. "That's the nature of genius." Nightingale — Ben Aaronovitch

I'm learning that to be at home everywhere, I have to be sure to include the place I actually live. — Sharon Salzberg

I can get motivated seeing a kid at my son's school overcome a learning disability. — Jason Alexander

I won't let you go." I blink. As if he could stop me. "You won't let me go." "No, I won't let you go. You're mine and I don't lose. — Katie McGarry

As theories increased, simple medicines..were forgotten, at least in the politer nations ... Medical books, were immensely multiplied, ... (towards) an abstruse science, quite out of reach of ordinary men. — John Wesley

Sleep I forget. Her silky breath no longer fans my ears; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a saviour still of death, — Aleister Crowley