Schradieck Imslp Quotes & Sayings

We shall awaken from our dullness and rise vigorously toward justice. If we fall in love with creation deeper and deeper, we will respond to its endangerment with passion. — Hildegard Of Bingen

There's been someone up here screaming 'Landslide' for the whole show ... Normally we don't play 'Landslide,' but on occasion we've been known to play it ... So since this person's been screaming it all show long ... That just about kills the chances of me playing it tonight, or ever again. — Billy Corgan

There is no calamity that right words will not begin to redress — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Oh, where is man That mortal god, that hath no mortal kin Or like on earth? Shall Nature's orator The interpreter of all her mystic strains Shall he be mute in Nature's jubilee? — Hartley Coleridge

I don't really know what the Great American Novel is. I like the idea that there could be one now, and I wouldn't object if someone thought it was mine, but I don't claim to have written that - I just wrote my book. — Rachel Kushner

What am I drinking? NyQuil on the rocks, for when you're feeling sick but sociable. — Mitch Hedberg

As mankind 'matures,' as it becomes more possible to be frank in the scrutiny of the self and others and in the publication of one's findings, biography and autobiography will take the place of fiction for the investigation and discussion of character. — H.G.Wells

It's the bonds forged over baijiu, more than anything else, that keep me coming back for another ganbei despite the hiccups, figurative and literal. You can learn more about someone after three shots of baijiu than in years of sober tea sipping. — Derek Sandhaus

Art, if it is successful in the task of questioning reality, if it is good painting and not merely a performance of dexterity, will be an affirmation of God. — Patrick Swift

Go back to your wife....you man whore!" Shouted the old woman, raising her walker for another strike. — Shannon K. Butcher

Everything is interesting to me. — David Morse

She lay stretched out on the floorboards with her hands under her head and her eyes closed. Sun blazing down, bit of a breeze, water nice and lively. I noticed a scratch on her thigh and asked her how she came by it. Picking gooseberries, she said. I said again I thought it was hopeless and no good going on, and she agreed, without opening her eyes. (Pause.) I asked her to look at me and after a few moments
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after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare. I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low.) Let me in. (Pause.) We drifted in among the flags and stuck. The way they went down, sighing, before the stem! (Pause.) I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side. — Samuel Beckett

-Why does a man live?
-In order to think about it... — Erich Maria Remarque

I take work very seriously and telling the truth in my job and professionalism. — Brittany Murphy