Nilss Quotes & Sayings

I believe in two concepts: Everything in moderation and break a sweat every day. — Ariana Madix

Knew myself to be quite sane. I briefly entertained the notion that I was insane and didn't know it. Then I considered the possibility that I had always been insane, acknowledged it as more likely than the former, then pushed — Patrick Rothfuss

I don't want to accept an idea of life where the success of the self is measured by the success of the written page. — Elena Ferrante

She pulled the phone back to look at her photo, then, drawn by its ruthless intensity, kissed the image. Her lips left semen smears on the screen. Commodity fetishism at its finest. — David Cronenberg

Any time a famous rich kid screws up, people want to know about it. Makes them feel good. — Peter Leonard

some student who'd been caught putting bumper stickers that said 'Gas Guzzler' on every SUV in the parking lot. — Katie Alender

I guess a bit part of serious fiction's purpose is to give the reader, who like all of us is sort of marooned in her own skull, to give her imaginative access to other selves. — David Foster Wallace

Will you have the courage to obey the voice of God? — Craig Groeschel

What do you regard as most humane? To spare someone shame. — Friedrich Nietzsche

I always felt sorry for humans, spending so much time in front of the mirror. Fixing their hair, makeup, and clothes, mostly to impress others. Did they really see themselves in the mirror? Was it what they wanted to see? Did it make them feel good or bad? And mostly I wondered if they based their self-image on their reflected one. — Ellen Schreiber

One keeps one's friends better when one is alone. The corollary to this is that one loses one's friends, slowly, when one sees them too often or when they visit for too long a time. — Doris Grumbach

[On Chopin's Preludes:]
His genius was filled with the mysterious sounds of nature, but transformed into sublime equivalents in musical thought, and not through slavish imitation of the actual external sounds. His composition of that night was surely filled with raindrops, resounding clearly on the tiles of the Charterhouse, but it had been transformed in his imagination and in his song into tears falling upon his heart from the sky ... The gift of Chopin is [the expression of] the deepest and fullest feelings and emotions that have ever existed. He made a single instrument speak a language of infinity. He could often sum up, in ten lines that a child could play, poems of a boundless exaltation, dramas of unequalled power. — George Sand