Perenelle Flower Quotes & Sayings

Perhaps you're right; we don't ever regain what we lightly lose. — Winston Graham

Imagine the peace symbol. The peace symbol has three pieces in it. One piece is emotion, that's your body. Another piece has spirit in it, that's your fuel. Another piece has intellect in it and that's your steering wheel. You can never overdo the fuel that goes into the body, which is the emotions and the steering wheel to drive it. — Gary Busey

For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning. — Libba Bray

It is more pleasant and useful to undertake the experience of revolution than to write about it. — Vladimir Ilyich Lenin

When I was a kid, my mother used to film all of our holidays and all of the good times, and I kind of associated the camera with everything being okay and everything being happy. — Natalia Kills

The cold is lonely person's way of feeling alone and death — PureDragonWolf

Case in point: Byrdie, the son growing effortlessly into lifelong boyhood. Still a schoolboy, soon to be an old boy, blithely accepting accidents as privileges - for instance, his natural immunity to HIV. (Byrdie liked studious, upper-class females. They were not exactly high risk.) Byrdie was the phoenix edition of Lee, adapted to the novel environment, and Lee was a useless relic. He had positioned himself all his life as a rebel against a hegemonic order no one was interested in questioning anymore. It had lost its power to crush and all its clumsy weapons that inspired active fear. Its dominance was equal, but separate. — Nell Zink

The book and I secret ourselves
Behind the paneled door.
We merge our thoughts in retrospect
Of ancient mystic lore.
We spend a pleasant quiet hour,
Nor know it passed us by ...
The easy chair, the shaded lamp,
A well-loved book and I. — Edna Moore Schultz

A rational nature admits of nothing but what is serviceable to the rest of mankind. — Marcus Aurelius

I'm interested in people that don't always do the right thing, its much more akin to what I know about life. — Thomas Jane

Walking thus, hour after hour, the senses keyed, one walks the flesh transparent. But no metaphor, transparent, or light as air, is adequate. The body is not made negligible, but paramount. Flesh is not annihilated but fulfilled. One is not bodiless, but essential body. — Nan Shepherd