Shrier Irreversible Damage Quotes & Sayings

A rising mass movement attracts and holds a following not by its doctrine and promises but by the refuge it offers from the anxieties, barrenness and meaningless of an individual existence. It cures the poignantly frustrated not by conferring upon them an absolute truth or by remedying the difficulties and abuses which made their lives miserable, but by freeing them from their ineffectual selves and it does this by enfolding and absorbing them into a closely knit and exultant corporate whole. — Eric Hoffer

I could not help concluding this man had the most supreme pleasure while he was driven so fast and so smoothly by the sea. — James Cook

Art is either revolution or plagiarism — Paul Gauguin

I am getting quite uneasy about him, though why I should I do not know, but I do wish that he would write, if it were only a single line — Bram Stoker

Come and find me," she said.
"Always. — Nicole Castroman

They're never going to change. You gotta get that into your head. What they did up there? They'll keep doing that forever. You know why? Because they're withholders. That's what power is all about. Not giving people what they want. So you know what that means? It means you've got to stop wanting. Stop wanting them to love you, or be proud of you, or whatever it is you're after. 'Cause you're not gonna get it. — Kirsty Eagar

My mothers into frilly dresses and eyelashes and hairstyles from the 1970s. We always argue about that. — Ashley Judd

When you truly love, you can never really get hurt. — Jeffrey Fry

All of us should have free choice when it comes to patriotic displays ... a government wisely acting within its bounds will earn loyalty and respect from its citizens. A government dare not demand the same. — Jesse Ventura

I had been unaware that baseball was a Republican sport. — Tim Robbins

September has come, it is hers
Whose vitality leaps in the autumn,
Whose nature prefers
Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace.
So I give her this month and the next
Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already
So many of its days intolerable or perplexed
But so many more so happy.
Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls
Dancing over and over with her shadow
Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls
And all of London littered with remembered kisses. — Louis MacNeice