P343 18 Volt Quotes & Sayings

What is wanted - whether this is admitted or not - is nothing less than a fundamental remolding, indeed weakening and abolition of the individual: one never tires of enumerating and indicating all that is evil and inimical, prodigal, costly, extravagant in the form individual existence has assumed hitherto, one hopes to manage more cheaply, more safely, more equitably, more uniformly if there exist only large bodies and their members. — Friedrich Nietzsche

There's a way that white people and black people spoke in the '70s that is nothing like how they speak now. They spoke from a soul, actually. There's a singsongy way of walking and talking that's just different now. — Michael Jai White

Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?
Remember how she said that
We would meet again
Some sunny day?
Vera! Vera!
What has become of you?
Does anybody else here
Feel the way I do — Pink Floyd

I hate being too pretty. — Rachel Bilson

Before him, numberless lovers smiled and talked. And death was observed with sudden cries, And birth with laughter and pain. And the trees grew taller and blacker against the skies And night came down again. — Conrad Aiken

Ford even began to whistle, which was probably his mistake. Nobody likes a whistler, — Douglas Adams

That's why we like fish in aquariums; they remind us of ourselves, well fed but incapable of moving beyond the glass walls. — Paulo Coelho

Salvator ambulado. (It is solved by walking.) — Augustine Of Hippo

I think that things happen, and if you don't do something to change them, they just keep happening. Sometimes that's a good thing, and sometimes it's a nightmare. — Kristen D. Randle

Marooned by all but one of his new disciples, the busker complete his act unfazed. The perfumed air seems to be replaced by a faint electrical smell like ozone after a lightning strike. When the man becomes a sterling tableau in the setting sun, Leah stares into his unblinking moonstone eye. — Laura Treacy Bentley

The Reaper comes when he comes and he usually only knows the name of the person he's come for, the one on his list written in jet black ink on an old browning scroll unfurled and rolled out twenty thousand miles across the earth. When he gets to your bedside he barely notices the one lying next to you, the one who will be left with all that pain and loneliness, until the day that old Reaper comes to learn their name as well. — Blacke Tales

Darkness is not forever, eventually there will be stars. — David Paul Kirkpatrick