Remline Quotes & Sayings

We are transmuting the reality of our perceptual field. There are endless, beautiful and perfect universes - or you can go beyond universes to the dissolution, where there's no beginning. — Frederick Lenz

Sometimes, lies were the same things as wishes. Sometimes, wishes were things to hate. — Shannon A. Thompson

Jails and prisons are the complement of schools; so many less as you have of the latter, so many more must you have of the former. — Horace Mann

The seen and seeing softly mutually strike Their glass barrier that arrests the sight. But the world's being hides in the volcanoes And the foul history pressed into its core; And to myself my being is my childhood And passion and entrails and the roots of senses; I'm pressed into the inside of a mask At the back of love, the back of air, the back of light. — Stephen Spender

I do not consider myself a Hispanic writer. — Guillermo Cabrera Infante

I will not nullify, I will not secede, but I will under sovereign State authority fight in the Union another revolutionary conflict for civil liberty, and a Union which will defend it. — Henry A. Wise

Never had he been subjected to such rude treatment. How long could it last? How long, he wondered, could he abide it? — William Steig

Today's college student is lazy and uninformed — Hillary Clinton

I never married, but if I had done so, I'm sure I'd have divorced the sod a long time ago. Life is simply too short to hang around with annoying people. That may be why I have so few friends. I'm sure my daughter concurs. — Pansy Schneider-Horst

There was nothing to be done. From then on, there were flowers waiting for me every time we met, and in the end I gave in, because I was disarmed by the spontaneity of giving and understood tha Lucie cared for it; perhaps her tongue-tied state, her lack of verbal eloquence, made her think of flowers as a form of speech; not in the sense of heavy-handed conventional flower symbolism, but in a sense still more archaic, more nebulous, more instinctive, prelinguistic; perhaps, having always been sparing of words, she longed for that mute stage of evolution when there were no words and people communicated by simple gestures — Milan Kundera

Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair, and I will begin to think again. — Sylvia Plath