Rousselot Peptan Quotes & Sayings

Sanity was a promised land, the Shangri-la she had been deported from as a teenager, and to which she intended to return to one day. — Elif Shafak

I don't want to say, 'I want to cure cancer.' It's such a grand thing. People have been trying for so long and we're not getting very far. But I do want to try to understand it better, and I want to make some forward movement. — Eva Vertes

Blank House was exactly a nice empty sheet where nothing was accountable because you were so naughty that you were in Blank House. — Diane Cilento

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His eyes. Unclouded by cynicism, questioning but with a certainty that there were answers, warmly innocent in some strange way. A child's eyes, she thought. Even more irresistible when set in a man's face. — Alexandra York

I told Ing once that she dances like a German and she didn't like it, but it's true: she dances seriously, like lives are hanging in the balance, like precision dancing can save the starving children of India. — Audrey Niffenegger

The careful student of history will discover that Christianity has been of very little value in advancing civilization, but has done a great deal toward retarding it. — Matilda Joslyn Gage

Pride will spit in pride's face. — Thomas Fuller

He, who doesn't know why he lives, cannot feel love for people or for life itself. I don't love myself enough, so I don't love people enough. One of my major defects is impatience: I try to get rid of it, but i can't. I am not tolerant enough for my age. I suffer for this, because i can't approach people with sympathy. They annoy me. — Andrei Tarkovsky

Breakfast cereals that come in the same colors as polyester leisure suits make oversleeping a virtue. — Fran Lebowitz

Without poetry, religion becomes obscure, false, and malignant; without philosophy, licentious in all wantonness, and lascivious to the point of self-castration. — Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

I am grateful for what I am and have. My Thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing to definite - only a sense of existence — Henry David Thoreau

I have these accidents, these mistakes, these self-inflicted wounds, and then I tear my head to shreds about it for days. — John Mayer

There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it. — Albert Camus

Curiosity is my great vice. I fear you have seen through to the heart of me, and now seek to exploit my weakness — George R R Martin