Partiers Wearing Quotes & Sayings

The resolution of the combat is seldom equal to the vehemence of the charge. — Samuel Johnson

I wish.
I wish.
I wish. And nothing ever comes true. — Krista Ritchie

Women, he would say, are not Muses. Muses are Muses. To confuse one with the other is to mistake the Devouring Void for the Seminal Light. Earthly Women and the Muses are ancient, sworn enemies. The battlefield is the Creative Male. On the one side is the encampment of Discordia, of Diana, of Venus located in his Heart and in his Groin. On the other is the Bastion of Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia and Urania, in his Brain and in his Mind. The Muses are tolerant and understanding of border raids, skirmishes, and harassing maneuvers. Throughout the history of the Male Light, there have been few painters, few writers, who have not had a She Who Must Be Accommodated. For some it was their mothers. For many their wives, their mistresses, their girlfriends. For many it was their daughters, a favourite waitress, a stripper, a whore. To the Muses, they are all one. Mother, whore, wife, daughter, stripper, waitress, mistress, girlfriend. — Dave Sim

Samadhi doesn't just come of itself; it takes practice. — Jack Kornfield

So the thing that's beautiful about the Rolleiflex is that I open the camera up from the top and put my face in and that the camera's all about composition and all about light. — Matthew Modine

I remember as a kid having a balloon and accidentally letting the string go and watching it just float off and into the sky until it disappeared. And there's something about that, even, that feels very much like what life is, you know, that it's fleeting, and it's temporal. — Pete Docter

Real love demands pursuit. — Timothy S. Lane & Paul David Tripp

With the aid of a minute correction - that of the dispersing lens - in a gold frame perched on her nose, Miranda can see into hell. — Ingeborg Bachmann

The nation of my father is too strong for a man who cannot command even his own body. — Conn Iggulden