Rationalists And Empiricists Quotes & Sayings

It was remarkable how Dean could go mad and then suddenly continue with his soul - which I think is wrapped up in a fast car, a coast to reach, and a woman at the end of the road - calmly and sanely as though nothing had happened. — Jack Kerouac

The face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying. — Rohinton Mistry

A gift that cannot be given away ceases to be a gift. The spirit of a gift is kept alive by its constant donation. — Lewis Hyde

It's not the darkness that's terrifying, it's what you might find in it. — J.M. Darhower

I'm an Earth ecstatic, and my creed is simple: All life is sacred, life loves life, and we are capable of improving our behavior toward one another. As basic as that is, for me it's also tonic and deeply spiritual, glorifying the smallest life-form and embracing the most distant stars. — Diane Ackerman

He threw up the conkers into the air in his great happiness. In the tree above him they disturbed a roosting crow, which erupted from the branches with an explosive bang of its wings, then rose up above him towards the sky, its harsh, ambiguous call coming back in long, grating waves towards the earth, to be heard by those still living. — Sebastian Faulks

Russians always need a little sh*t in our lives. If everything is good and we seem completely happy, then we become suspicious of that. — Anna Netrebko

As with most of the legends surrounding the Templars, some of the conjecture about the fate of individuals seems logical, while other suggestions appear to be rather implausible and fabricated for an audience hungry for mysteries and conspiracy theories. — Susie Hodge

I have one piece of music, since 1997, and I don't see it having lyrics. Where does it go in this world? So I haven't recorded it. — Joni Mitchell

The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter and that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our own nothingness. — Andre Malraux

It was no amalgam of colors comparable to anything in mortal existence. It was as if all natural colors had been mutated into a painfully lush iridescence by some prism fantastically corrupted in its form; it was a rainbow staining the sky after a poison deluge; it was an aurora painting the darkness with a blaze of insanity, a blaze that did not burn vigorously but shimmered with an insect-jeweled frailness. — Thomas Ligotti