Pasanac Quotes & Sayings

Move over, Emma Woodhouse. You have met your match. — Diane Moody

In politics, there are no friends. — Marian Wright Edelman

Race, redemption and healing - that's my thing. — Bebe Moore Campbell

Impressionism came about because it suddenly became apparent that pure colours mix in the eye in a more dazzling way than they have ever been mixed in paint. — Joseph Plaskett

The only difference between image and idea is thus that in the one case, the expression of the object is confused, and in the other, it is clear. The confusion comes from this: every movement envelops in itself the infinity of the movements of the universe; and the brain receives an infinity of modifications to which only a confused thought can correspond, enveloping the infinity of clear ideas that would correspond to each detail. Clear ideas are therefore contained in the confused ideas. They are unconscious; they are perceived without being apperceived. Only their sum total is apperceived; this appears simple to us because of our ignorance of its components. — Jean-Paul Sartre

As George MacDonald wisely wrote, "The one principle of hell is, I am my own!" 4 Fierce pride usually protects this wrong perception. — Neal A. Maxwell

It's a long story. I'll make it short as I can. — Donna Tartt

A man climbs a mountain because it is there. An artist makes a work of art because it is not there. — Carl Andre

We will continue to chase rainbows unless we recognize that they are rainbows and there is no pot of gold at the end of them. — Diane Ravitch

The more the government intervenes to delay the market's adjustment, the longer and more grueling the depression will be, and the more difficult will be the road to complete recovery. — Murray Rothbard

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
On death — John Keats

And maybe there will be,
after all,
some slack and perfectly balanced
blind and rough peace, finally,
in the deep and green and utterly motionless pools after all that
falling? — Mary Oliver

I am still drunk that you were here,
and you were mine.
And once again I stretch my hand out
for that wine;

As your drunk eyes could not bestir
themselves, I too
Can't move; as you love wine, I love
the wine that's you; — Jahan Malek Khatun