Psychalive The Voice Quotes & Sayings

I met a girl and we ran away, I swore I'd make her happy every day. And how I made her cry, two faces have I. — Bruce Springsteen

Loneliness is like sitting in an empty room and being aware of the space around you. It is a condition of separateness. Solitude is becoming one with the space around you. It is a condition of union. Loneliness is small, solitude is large. Loneliness closes in around you; solitude expands toward the infinite. Loneliness has its roots in words, in an internal conversation that nobody answers; solitude has its roots in the great silence of eternity. — Kent Nerburn

Should one break in and free the animals? That is illegal, but the obligation to obey the law is not absolute. It was justifiably broken by those who helped runaway slaves in the American South, to mention only one possible parallel. — Peter Singer

Intellectual prowess has its limitations. Thus, do not limit the scope of your learning to the realm of the intellect. — Mata Amritanandamayi

I'm a natural piano player. So all the practicing I do at this point is in my head. If I don't play for a year, my chops aren't going to get any worse. I've spent my time playing scales, and I don't necessarily want to play any faster than I play. So everything I do at this point is more philosophical. — Harry Connick Jr.

The behaviour of President Bush on 11 September certainly gives rise to not unnatural suspicions. — Gore Vidal

the biblical King both reigns and rules. And He carries out His rule not by referendum but by His personal sovereignty. AN — R.C. Sproul

I don't look for boyfriends, I don't really scour the awards shows for who I'm going to date, but I think love happens when you're not looking for it, and when it happens, I'm not going to be the one to overthink it. — Taylor Swift

She'd bottled herself up like a person already cremated. — Bette Lee Crosby

I can't stop thinking about you," he whispers.
He moves in, closer, lips pausing inches from mine. Wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him. I let out a quick gasp of air.
"I dream about you," he murmurs, eyes grasping mine.
"You don't sleep," I choke, feeling a delirious passion coursing through my veins.
"I dream about your smile. About touching you. I dream about being with you. Like this. — Katie Klein

I read the newspaper avidly.
It is my one form of continuous fiction. — Aneurin Bevan