Salome Institute Quotes & Sayings

My identity was a big issue when I was a teenager, and I had a lot of questions, like: 'Who am I?' 'Who do I belong to?' But when I was still quite young, I decided that belonging is a tough process in life, and I'd better say I belonged to myself and the world rather than belonging to one nationality or another. — Hiam Abbass

Where even a falsehood must be told, let it be told. — Herodotus

This kind of beauty softens you and expands you, which is good, but of course it makes you vulnerable to all sorts of horrible things, like, oh, feelings. And being in your body. — Anne Lamott

I don't flinch from darkness, but I've always been bothered by what I call gore-nography. — Benjamin Percy

It was appointed by law in Athens, that the obsequies of the citizens who fell in battle should be performed at the public expense, and in the most honorable manner. — Edward Everett

If you are not a thinking man, to what purpose are you a man at all?. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge

My anxieties have anxieties. — Charles M. Schulz

I never learned to ride a bicycle, and it is too late now. I never learned to drive. I never learned to swim. — Marlene Dumas

What then? We are not alarmed because Satan hindereth us, for it is a proof that we are on the Lord's side, and are doing the Lord's work, and in — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

Lake George is without comparison, the most beautiful water I ever saw; formed by a contour of mountains into a basin ... finely interspersed with islands, its water limpid as crystal, and the mountain sides covered with rich groves ... down to the water-edge: here and there precipices of rock to checker the scene and save it from monotony. — Thomas Jefferson

If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true. — Edna St. Vincent Millay

To enjoy the journey is to give until the stretch is a sacrifice. The question always is: what is it in life that will pull you out of your seat to be brave, risk and serve? — Janie Jasin

I believe I am becoming pathetic. I'll go further, I believe that I am in love with a flower-growing, wood-carving quarryman/carpenter/pig farmer. In fact, I know I am. Perhaps tomorrow I will become entirely miserable at the thought that he doesn't love me back - may, even, care for Remy- but at this precise moment I am succumbing to euphoria. My head and stomach feel quite odd. — Mary Ann Shaffer