Nazrin Touhou Quotes & Sayings

There is nothing to do and there is nowhere to go
There is nothing to be and there is no-one to know — Thomas Ligotti

It's not superstition, but I do everything exactly the same on game days. I'm a creature of habit. I eat the same breakfast, and then I drive the same way to practice. Then I come back and eat the same exact same lunch before every game. — Kris Humphries

One can never have too many librarian friends. — Jennifer Chiaverini

The true end of Art is not to imitate a fixed material condition, but to represent a living motion, — George Inness

It was odd, she thought, how if one was alone, one leant to inanimate things; trees, streams, flowers; felt they expressed one; felt they became one; felt they knew one, in a sense were one; felt an irrational tenderness thus (she looked at that long steady light) as for oneself. — Virginia Woolf

Time can be very good or very cruel to films. — James Gray

Hope is a bewitching emotion... leading one on with outrageous promises of
better things to come. (Adam Ashworth) — Cynthia Wicklund

Laughter is the evidence that we're still here, the proof that our tragedies will not define us forever. Laughter is the language of the survivor. — Josh James Riebock

Love is a universe of its own, comprising all time and space. — Therese Of Lisieux

I didn't even go to graduation. — Brendon Urie

People say, "What's it like to be a minority of one, or a kick-bag for the Internet?" It washes off me like jizz off a porn star's face. — Christopher Hitchens

If I could spend more months out of the year employed than unemployed, that would be nice. — Colin Hanks

The whole world, as we experience it visually, comes to us through the mystic realm of color. — Hans Hofmann

Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, MAESTRO
DI COLOR CHE SANNO. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see. — James Joyce