Peerlessly Quotes & Sayings

When I am with composers, I say I am a conductor. When I am with conductors, I say I am a composer. — Leonard Bernstein

All men begin their learning with Homer. — Xenophanes

I'd love to step off this well-trodden straight and boring path. To somehow live differently, think different thoughts, feel different feelings than others. It wouldn't bother me to be as alone as a tree on the plains. My leaves would be like no other tree's. — Gyula Krudy

Everybody knows that really intimate conversation is only possible between two or three. As soon as there are six or seven, collective language begins to dominate. That is why it is a complete misinterpretation to apply to the Church the words 'Wheresoever two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.' Christ did not say two hundred, or fifty, or ten. He said two or three. — Simone Weil

You always hope you'll surprise somebody with the work. If you write something human and appealing, the perfect reader could be anyone. — Sarah Hall

I had forgotten this - the thrill of touching someone new, trying to decipher the meaning of each tiny movement. — Anna Michels

Five enemies of peace inhabit with us - avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace. — Petrarch

It was a good answer that was made by one who when they showed him hanging in a temple a picture of those who had paid their vows as having escaped shipwreck, and would have him say whether he did not now acknowledge the power of the gods, - 'Aye,' asked he again, 'but where are they painted that were drowned after their vows?' And such is the way of all superstition, whether in astrology, dreams, omens, divine judgments, or the like; wherein men, having a delight in such vanities, mark the events where they are fulfilled, but where they fail, though this happens much oftener, neglect and pass them by. — Francis Bacon

I am flatly opposed to appointment of an ambassador to the Vatican. Whatever advantages it might have in Rome - and I'm not convinced of these - they would be more than offset by the divisive effect at home. — John F. Kennedy

Daniel first kisses his brother in a town where no-one knows them, a no-account place that's barely even a town, just some buildings clustered around the highway: a smoky bar, an empty motel, a convenience store that only sells candy and condoms and beer. The nearest gas station is twenty miles away. The nearest bus station is fifty. — Kirsty Logan

Compassion may not fix a problem. It may not undo a wrong, but it may bring a little light into the life of someone who is suffering. — Karlyle Tomms

It is a mere needless thing to fight with ignorance with all your true strength except you can educate and change ignorance with wit and wisdom — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

Isn't it boring ... how people always want to tell you their own stories instead of listening to yours? I suppose that's why psychiatrists are better than friends; the paid listener doesn't interrupt with his own experiences. — Helen Van Slyke

Damn Henry, you should think about being an underwear model instead of a CEO", Claire said, her voice a little breathier then she would have liked. Henry's mouth curled up on one side. " Shut up Claire", he mumbled, but his tone was amused. — Andria Large

No matter how irrelevant social class now is, even the most eager egalitarian must be quietly proud that the posh English rose is still an industry standard for peerlessly sophisticated beauty. — Kate Reardon

If the girls keep dancing, everybody's happy. If the girls don't dance, nobody's happy. — Rob Sheffield

... she does not resent her grief. No; the weakness of that word would make it a lie. To her, what hurts becomes immediately embodied: she looks on it as a thing that can be attacked, worried down, torn in shreds. Scarcely a substance herself, she grapples to conflict with abstractions. Before calamity she is a tigress; she rends her woes, shivers them in convulsed abhorrence. Pain, for her, has no result in good; tears water no harvest of wisdom; on sickness, on death itself, she looks with the eye of a rebel. Wicked, perhaps, she is, but also she is strong: and her strength has conqueredBeauty, has overcome Grace, and bound both at her side, captives peerlessly fair, and docile as fair. Even in the uttermost frenzy of energy is each maenad movement royally, imperially, incedingly upborne. ... Fallen, insurgent, banished, she remembers the heaven whereshe rebelled. — Charlotte Bronte