Pulsed Electromagnetic Field Quotes & Sayings

Nothing truly real is forgotten eternally, because everything real comes from eternity and goes to eternity. — Paul Tillich

The sky was gray, always a dismal gray that lightened and darkened as the day wore on. He had never known anything else. — A.M. Daily

The sooner we learn feelings are fickle, the better off we are. — Joyce Meyer

I had a trainer during 'Spiderman,' and I discovered I have deep-seated rage when I'm holding heavy weights over my head. Whatever dormant anger I have in me, that's where it comes out. That's not the kind of working out I want to do. — Emma Stone

Without an understanding of history, we are politically, culturally and socially impoverished. If we sacrifice history to economic pressures or to budget cuts, we will lose a part of who we are. — Antony Beevor

Turn from that road's beguiling ease; return
to your hunger's turret. Enter, climb the stair
chill with disuse, where the croaking toad of time
regards from shimmering eyes your slow ascent
and the drip, drip, of darkness glimmers on the stone
to show you how your longing waits alone.
What alchemy shines from under that shut door,
spinning out gold from the hollow of the heart?
("The Sea's Wash In The Hollow Of The Heart") — Denise Levertov

I do not pray. I revenge myself upon the day. — Virginia Woolf

Good-byes are sad, but they don't have to be. We always knew we'd be moving on, we just never understood what it took to do it, and what we got to take from the people and places we left. — Alexis Bass

Every profession has an ideology and a drive for power that goes far beyond its achievements and it is the task of democracy to keep this ideology and this drive under control. Science is here no different from other institutions. — Paul Feyerabend

A little sturdiness when superiors are much in the wrong sometimes occasions consideration. And there is truth in the old saying that if you make yourself a sheep, the wolves will eat you. — Benjamin Franklin

And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old. — Alfred Lord Tennyson