Salamandre Wikipedia Quotes & Sayings

As far as I'm concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain. — Alice Oseman

Some people are just destined to be together. That's just the way it is. — Amy Davis

It's really hard because obviously people label you as a British East Asian actor. And I'm just from Salford; it's where I was born. — Benedict Wong

Life is a dancing dew drop on the tip of a leaf. — Debasish Mridha

Here's flowers for you; hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold. The Winter's Tale, Act 4, Sc.4 — William Shakespeare

As for literary criticism in general: I have long felt that any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel or a play or a poem is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae or a banana split. — Kurt Vonnegut

It is for no particular item in the tax-bill that I refuse to pay it. I simply wish to refuse allegiance to the State, to withdrawand stand aloof from it effectually. I do not care to trace the course of my dollar, if I could, till it buys a man or a musket to shoot one with,
the dollar is innocent,
but I am concerned to trace the effects of my allegiance. In fact, I quietly declare war with the State, after my fashion, though I will still make what use and get what advantage of her I can, as is usual in such cases. — Henry David Thoreau

I judge a novel by whether or not it turns my blood into starlight. — Bryan Jones

Through the days of love and celebration and joy, and through the dark days of mourning ... the faithful horse has been with us always. — Elizabeth Cotten

Even the slow, soft telepathic connection between us- the sense of connectedness that linked us even when we were in the same room- the sense that we were not two people but rather one ecstatic and indivisible whole, had vanished. i couldnt even feel his pain. but i could feel mine. i felt as if a part of myself had been cut off, as if there was within my soul a hole so gaping and empty that the whole world could pass through it and still i would not feel a thing. — Kailin Gow

How hard it is to kill hope! Time after time, one thinks one has trodden it down, stamped it to death. Time after time, like a noxious insect, it begins to stir again, it shivers back again into a faint tremulous life. Once more it worms its way into one's heart, to instil its poison, to gnaw away the solid hard foundations of life and leave in their place the hollow phantom of illusion. — Dorothy Bussy