Pauline Blog Quotes & Sayings

Yes Siddhartha,' he said. 'Is this what you mean: that the river is in all places at once, at its source and where it flows into the sea, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the rapids, in the ocean, in the mountains, everywhere at once, so for the river there is only the present moment and not the shadow of the future?'
'It is,' Siddhartha said.'And once I learned this I considered my life, and it too was a river, and the boy Siddhartha was separated from the man Siddhartha and the graybeard Siddhartha only by shadows, not by real things ... Nothing was, nothing will be; everything is, everything has being and presence. — Hermann Hesse

The study of silence has long engrossed me. The matrix of a poet's work consists not only of what is there to be absorbed and worked on, but also of what is missing, desaparecido, rendered unspeakable, thus unthinkable. It is through these invisible holes in reality that poetry makes its way - certainly for women and other marginalized subjects and for disempowered and colonized peoples generally, but ultimately for all who practice any art at its deeper levels. The impulse to create begins - often terribly and fearfully - in a tunnel of silence. Every real poem is the breaking of an existing silence, and the first question we might ask any poem is, What kind of voice is breaking silence, and what kind of silence is being broken? — Adrienne Rich

Business is never so healthy as when, like a chicken, it must do a certain amount of scratching around for what it gets. — Henry Ford

In the past, I've been a bit diffident about my own albums, almost excusing them for some reason, even though deep down I felt strongly about them. — Jesse Harris

The customer is the immediate jewel of our souls. Him we flatter, him we feast, compliment, vote for, and will not contradict. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

If luck has not yet knocked your gate, change the gate — Qaiser Abbas

He who can not learn to love must flatter. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Hello, friends," said Princess Winter. Ryu dropped his newest stick onto the pile, then sat down, chest high as though he were showing her proper respect. Scarlet scowled. "Suck-up." Winter — Marissa Meyer

I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within. Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that he could do it better. At least the four of them are safe at last. AM will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet ... AM has won, simply ... he has taken his revenge ...
I have no mouth. And I must scream. — Harlan Ellison

I wear anything I feel like. If I want to put on a pair of Converse with a pencil stuck through them, I will. — Willow Smith

In later years, one can grow so well accustomed as to smile at them, to take the tormentor's side with a. happy determination which deludes one into the belief that it is not, really, tormenting; but — Marcel Proust

Men do not mirror themselves in running water; they mirror themselves in still water. — Bill Vaughan

Arthur Schopenhauer: All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident — Anonymous

I think every script I read has something that sends me into a state of panic but that usually makes me want to do it. — Lily Rabe

And love was creation's source,creation's ruler;
but all love's ways are strewn with blossoms and blood, blossoms and blood. — Knut Hamsun