Rochus Deurne Quotes & Sayings

Belief in mysteries, any manner of mysteries, is the only lasting luxury in life. — Zilpha Keatley Snyder

A voice came out of the darkness.
'Don't make it so wide. It's not a grave. You're making work for yourself. — Robert Harris

1 Nephi 6:4 4 For the fulness of mine intent is that I may persuade men to come unto the God of Abraham, and the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob, and be saved. — The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter-day Saints

Whether you like it or not, you are committed to the human endeavor. I cannot ally myself with such a purely negative goal as avoidance of suffering. Suffering is a chance you take by the fact of being alive. — William S. Burroughs

I must begin at whatever pace is possible, to work on the book of my own that i vaguely keep assuming lies at the end of the rainbow. It is after all my rainbow and if I don't do it no one else will ... Survival is the secret so you really can't afford to doubt yourself for long because you are all you've got. The only thing to do is to go the limit with it. Exceed. — Diane Arbus

I don't want to be on the bandwagon of dogging any president or anybody in positions where they have all these different constituencies. — Carl Hart

Individual scientists cannot do much on their own. Heads of nations, corporates, and economic giants should recognise the criticality of it. — Sheldon Lee Glashow

Destruction is a man's will,
Nevertheless Prevention is also a man's will,
Its a man's choice to choose between Destruction and Prevention. — Babu Rajan

I was just a friendly thirty-four-year-old TV actress looking for a boyfriend who didn't have a neck tattoo. — Mindy Kaling

And so many of the kinds of labels you get stuck with don't really tell the story; Progressive, Art Rock, Noise Music, Downtown - it ends up being a struggle to stay out of debates that other people are having around you. — Fred Frith

I hate all the boring in-between parts of life. — Tim Kreider

Far from such din, when blessed silence returns, I can listen to the butterflies that flutter inside my head. To hear them, one must be calm and pay close attention, for their wingbeats are barely audible. Loud breathing is enough to drown them out. This is astonishing: my hearing does not improve, yet I hear them better and better. I must have butterfly hearing. — Jean-Dominique Bauby

The train station - busy, swarming with people, luggage, porters, taxi drivers and limousine chauffeurs - a giant honeycomb, with worker bees flying in and out, carrying the trash, which covers the entire floor, in and out of the building. Only the honey has been consumed by the selected few, and nothing but the mucus remains. The line - a monstrous larva - the line stretches from the information window and extends almost out of the door. A human worm - hundreds of legs and hands, twisting and breathing disease. What was I thinking? This is just a city like any other, a city with its inhabitants, always busy, from the morning until the nighttime, always itching for a fight, always ready to chew me up and spit me out. A stripped and ragged bone, tossed aside when I can no longer feed its hungry belly. The belly of a beast - a human beast - merciless, yet placatory on the surface. I light a cigarette, spit on the floor, and walk towards the daylight. — Henry Martin