Periclean Acropolis Quotes & Sayings

I don't really believe in the paranormal; I'm a skeptic through and through. — Connor Jessup

The less you use your brain, the less it will be there for use when you need it. — Auliq Ice

Dr. Neal Roese makes a fascinating distinction between two types of regret: regrets of action and regrets of inaction. — Mark Batterson

We must love while these moments are still called today. — Emily Saliers

There's no worse feeling than seeing my buildings and realizing the mistakes. — Philip Johnson

The larvae! The scent of young blood entices and draws them closer. There's no need to venture into antiquity to evoke the shades of the dead. — Jean Lorrain

I decided to keep my mouth shut. Sometimes I'm capable of it. — Rick Riordan

Viewers don't care how big media companies are. They care whether they can dump those they don't like, whether because of lousy service or because of crummy shows. — Virginia Postrel

We are not punished for our sins, we are punished by them. We can't live with guilt for the whole of our lives.. — Susan Hill

This is how it is to come near you
A wave of light builds in the black pupil
of the eye. The old become young.
The opening lines of the Qur'an open still more.
Inside every human chest there is a hand,
but it has nothing to write with.
Love moves further in, where language
turns to fresh cream on the tongue.
Every accident, and the essence of every being,
is a bud, a blanket tucked into a cradle,
a closed mouth.
All these buds will blossom,
and in that moment you will know
what your grief was,
and how the seed you planted has been miraculously,
and naturally, growing.
Now silence.
Let soul speak inside spoken things. — Rumi

Names are the just the layer on top. You peel it off and there is the real you beneath. Have you ever seen the real you? Have you ever tried to? — Cameron Jace

Perhaps the Ci-ty dreamed of an-other, en-emy city, float-ing across the sea to invade the es-tuary ... or of waves of darkness ... waves of fire ... Perhaps of being swallowed again, by the immense, the si-lent Mother Con-tinent? It's none of my business, city dreams ... But what if the Ci-ty were a growing neo-plasm, across the centuries, always chang-ing to meet exactly the chang-ing shape of its very worst, se-cret fears? — Thomas Pynchon

Idle, profligate, ingrate. No one decent could ever want him. — Fay Weldon

If it's a modern-day story dealing with certain ethnic groups, I think I could open up certain scenes for improvisation, while staying within the structure of the script. — Martin Scorsese