Paludariums Quotes & Sayings

She knew where she stood, when she stood among books. — M.R. Graham

The struggle to make an absolute statement in an individually conceived vocabulary accounts for the profound tensions inherent in the best modern work. — Harold Rosenberg

No, your worst sin does not consist in what you did to your husband that day; rather it lies in your discontent with God's special creatures, with your fellow men. For this reason you can experience no real happiness....That is a grievous sin, Beret Holm! — O.E. Rolvaag

Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt. — William Shakespeare

You don't give an inch. That's why I like you, Olivia - no middle name - Kaspen. You make me work for every smile, every giggle ... — Tarryn Fisher

The first touch of her hands nearly had him coming off the bed in alarm. Her eyes were closed, but her hands lay against his skin lightly, palms down. Every muscle in his body tightened. Every cell responded to her touch. The feel of her skin against his skin took his breath away. He'd felt a woman's hand on his body many times, strokes and caresses meant to inflame him, to arouse him, yet not a single one had ever affected him the way her touch did. — Christine Feehan

In my mind, I've always checked out in 2037; that's always been my expiration date. I'll be 75. — Douglas Coupland

There are enough Poles in Chicago to make up one of the largest cities in Poland. — Suzanne Fields

If we live in the here and now, each moment is a surprise, every instant a new wonder. But it often fails to work this way. Onto the present we superimpose our expectations and opinions, based on the past or future. We meet someone, and we already anticipate what he/she will be like and what they will say. — Piero Ferrucci

I love being a teen because you don't have all the responsibilities of an adult yet. — Elizabeth Gillies

Where's my life gone? Where's it going? Looking across the grassy marshland to Flint and up the coast to Point Of Air, I start to wonder what all those poor fuckers in Wales are doing with their lives. Screwing? Sleeping in? Debating whether to take breakfast in bed to their broken fathers? Unlikely. They're probably doing what the gilded folk of Hollywood are doing, or Kowloon or Port Elizabeth. Worrying. Worrying about getting old, or about work, or about money, or about their boyfriend, mistress, lover, house, health, future. Life is shit. There is no fucking point to any of it. Not now that we've evolved past the survival stage. Maybe we used to live to hunt to kill to eat to live another day. Now we just kill time in as many sophisticated ways as possible. Pointless jobs. Pointless lives. Work. Television. Football. — Kevin Sampson

I started rereading 'The Dutchman' - I kind of just pulled it off the shelf. — Rashid Johnson

'The want of proper examination, true contrition, and a firm purpose of amendment, is the cause of bad confessions, and of the ruin of souls.' — Benedict Joseph Labre