No Longer Quivering Quotes & Sayings

If you write songs and if you write music that's very sincere and very honest, it's pop music, but it is pop music with a lot of honesty and a lot of heart. — Jon Secada

Lord, thy children are jaded, and their ears go flat with sound. Marveling in the thunder rumbling of thy voice no longer - they hear not, and the omens of the white gull and the flayed oak are as naught to their purblind sight. The prophecy in the thunder, the foreshadowings of the leaves quivering white, the dismay of the grass bent in the merciless wind are naught, lord. — Sylvia Plath

It is through strength of technique that the body stays in possession of music. — Arlene Croce

Life is a race. If you delay starting, how can you have any hope of winning? — Randall Wright

Our children remind us, if we let them, that there are not only many types of dreams but many levels of dreaming, that we do not have to go to sleep in order to dream and that when we imagine something vividly we are doing far more than 'making things up': we may be punching a hole in the world, opening a path into a larger reality. — Robert Moss

Have to stay together, can't switch band, but you can have a boyfriend, have to get a boyfriend..!!! — Kim Kyu-jong

How extraordinary it is to be here at all. Awareness of death can jolt us awake to the sensuality of existence. Breath is no longer a routine inhalation of air but a quivering intake of life. The eye is quickened to the play of light and shade and color, the ear to the intricate medley of sound. This is where the meditation leads. Stay with it; rest with it. Notice how distraction is a flight from this, an escape from awe to worry and plans. — Stephen Batchelor

What happens when all the parts of childhood are soldered down, when the young no longer have the time or space to play in their family's garden, cycle home in the dark with the stars and moon illuminating their route, walk down through the woods to the river, lie on their backs on hot July days in the long grass, or watch cockleburs, lit by morning sun, like bumblees quivering on harp wires? What then? — Richard Louv

She was no longer in her body; she felt free. She was as small as drop of dew quivering on a spider's web; she was a minute in an hour in a day in a million years. — Malinda Lo

Now is the time when you see people which you know... but they start ignoring you... and how do you deal with that? — Deyth Banger

Tour guide tells them that after the Taj was completed, each of the builders, twenty-two thousand men, had his thumbs cut off so that the structure could never be built again. — Jhumpa Lahiri

Suicidal glory is the luxury of the irresponsible. — Lois McMaster Bujold

Great and terrible was the year of Our Lord 1918, of the Revolution the second. Its summer abundant with warmth and sun, its winter and snow, highest in its heaven stood two stars: the shepherds' star, eventide Venus; and Mars- quivering, red. But in days of blood and of peace the years fly like an arrow and the thick frost of a hoary white December, season of Christmas trees, Santa Claus, joy and glittering snow, overtook the young Turbins unawares. For the reigning head of the family, their adored mother, was no longer with them. — Mikhail Bulgakov

You should try these things, for these things are fun, and fun is good. — Dr. Seuss

I always sings too long and too loud. — Huddie William Ledbetter

The most ridiculous activity of human mind is questioning. Cognition of reality surpasses both question and answer, however ingenious. — Raheel Farooq

Never bet anything on men's stupidity and on women's virginity; the former believe they aren't, while the latter believe they might be. — M.F. Moonzajer

No longer was she merely the dancing-girl who extorts a cry of lust and concupiscence from an old man by the lascivious contortions of her body; who breaks the will, masters the mind of a King by the spectacle of her quivering bosoms, heaving belly and tossing thighs; she was now revealed in a sense as the symbolic incarnation of world-old Vice, the goddess of immortal Hysteria, the Curse of Beauty supreme above all other beauties by the cataleptic spasm that stirs her flesh and steels her muscles, - a monstrous Beast of the Apocalypse, indifferent, irresponsible, insensible, poisoning. — Joris-Karl Huysmans

A good teacher feels his way, looking for response. — Paul Goodman