Perennialism Classroom Quotes & Sayings

Great men, unknown to their generation, have their fame among the great who have preceded them, and all true worldly fame subsides from their high estimate beyond the stars. — Henry David Thoreau

I am a nationalist ... my native soil is the theatre. — Cyril Cusack

Let eloquence be flung to the dogs rather than souls be lost. What we want is to win souls. They are not won by flowery speeches. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

Just about ANY personality trait or skill can be learned: simply find it in someone you know and copy it. Then watch what happens. — Steve Goodier

Under star-dark seas and skies of gold
Live those Above and those Below
They sing and weep, both high and deep
While over and under the ocean rolls — Ally Condie

The best time to practice mental rehearsal is at night in bed, just before you fall asleep. The last thing you do before you doze off is to imagine yourself performing at your best the following day. You will be amazed at how often the upcoming event or experience happens exactly as you imagined it. — Brian Tracy

At the mention of her name, my heart started beating faster. Dawn. Rusty. My muse. — Karina Halle

I guess I'm just a born performer or artist or sharer. I find the intimate details of my life compelling and interesting. I guess that I'm assuming that everyone else does, too. — Rivers Cuomo

Minutes died serially into hours. Bruno — Jonathan Lethem

'm a big fan of revenge, I think [Sweeney Todd] it's a story of a man who clearly has obsessions to avenge the horror that happened to him. — Johnny Depp

We know that many of the apostles of Christ were killed. Eleven out of 12 met violent deaths when they were just talking about God and light. — Frederick Lenz

Scars are just memories that skin
holds so dear
it got them tattooed
beneath the surface. — M..

You show me how much you don't know. He is more than a man. He is a monster. — Susan Fanetti

In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. — Milan Kundera