Shcok Quotes & Sayings

The call to write does not respect background or experience. — Allen Wier

Those men have never done anything in their lives except stare at the clouds and the stars. The Indians take them food and tobacco, and on certain evenings gather around the fire as they tell their tribesmen all the strange thoughts and dreams which they have had. Huicholes believe that men cannot have pure thoughts if they are required to participate in the daily tasks of life. — Warren Eyster

I think you're only free if you're working on very low or huge money. — George A. Romero

Hope brings light into dark places. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Thy key to being able to communicate and benefit from each other is to truly see you own value. That will allow you to see it more clearly in others. — Garrison Wynn

It was a very profound experience, getting in touch with that part of us, in all of us human beings, that is committed beyond yourself to the point of giving everything you have, including your life, for other people, for your fellow man. — Raul Julia

In spite of all their kind some elements of worth
With difficulty persist here and there on earth. — Hugh MacDiarmid

Maybe you just don't see your own beauty. — Lena Headey

Let us learn upon earth those things which can call us to heaven. — St. Jerome

What human being doesn't hesitate and feel hurt?" Hatsumi demanded. "Are you trying to say that you have never felt those things?"
"Of course I have, but I've disciplined myself to where I can minimize them. Even a rat will choose the least painful route if you shcok him enough."
"But rats don't fall in love. — Haruki Murakami

The greatest sex toy ever invented may be the telephone. Sometimes there's nothing more erotic than a disembodied voice, no question more tantalizing than a whispered 'What are you wearing?' Especially when you can make up the answer. On the phone your hair always looks great, your legs are always shaved, your worst pair of underwear becomes a silk negligee. — Meghan Daum

He yearned for a thousand tremulous dreams, for cool and delicate images, transparent tints, fleeting scents, and exquisite music from streams of highly strung, tensely drawn silvery strings - and then silence, the innermost heart of silence, where the waves of air never bore a single stray tone, but where all was rest unto death, steeped in the calm glow of red colors and the languid warmth of fiery fragrance. — Jens Peter Jacobsen

I began to hitchhike in something akin to geological time: slow, ancient, vast. — Tom Robbins

When I went to school, you had to take art, you had to play an instrument. You had to play an instrument. But it's all degraded since then. I do not know what kind of nation we are that is cutting art, music, and gym out of the public-school curriculum. — Spike Lee