Ownaretro Quotes & Sayings

When you are older, you will learn that the first and foremost thing which any ordinary person does is nothing. — Eliezer Yudkowsky

Love is in the greenwood, dawn is in the skies, And Marian is waiting with a glory in her eyes. — Alfred Noyes

Every Journey has it's own set of dark tunnels,diversions , exits and sources of lights. If we are not focussed enough, we will keep wandering and wandering in the dark tunnels. — Sail

The Christian imagination bas produced nothing but an insipid legend. — Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

The queen did not know what to say about a man whose virtue was that he did not beat his wife. "He was even kind to his ponies," Mrs. Dai added. "I'm sure he was," said the queen, back on familiar ground. — Ken Follett

My idea of an amusement park story is getting adventurers to go tour environmental disaster areas. After all, if the entire Great Barrier Reef gets killed, which seems like an extremely lively possibility, what are you going to do with all that rotting limestone? — Bruce Sterling

What barrier is so insurmountable as silence? — Marcel Proust

Don't quench the courageous spirit you begun with; you'll still need it when the going gets tough and all things seem impossible on your journey! — Israelmore Ayivor

It was true; books had saved me in my home remodeling projects, but they fell short in teaching me how to trust my instincts, and how to stop thinking with my educated brain and more with my kneecaps and butt cheeks. — Dee Williams

The self," Blackmore writes, "is just a fleeting impression that arises with each experience and fades away again. . . . There is no inner self," she argues, "only multiple parallel processes that give rise to a benign inner delusion - a useful fiction." She argues that consciousness itself is a fiction. — Sy Montgomery

One of the amazing things we have been given as humans is the unquenchable desire to have dreams of a better life, and the ability to establish goals to live out those dreams. — Jim Rohn

I am a freshwater girl. I live on the lake, and in New Jersey, that's rare. The girls on the other side of town have swimming pools, and the girls in the south have the seashore. Other girls are dry, breezy, salty, and bleached. I, on the other hand, am dark, grounded, heavy, and wet. Fed by springs, tangled in soft fernlike seaweed, I am closer to the earth. Saturated to the bone. I know it, and so do the freshwater boys, who prefer the taste of salt. — Wendy Wunder