Silts Quotes & Sayings

Gods are for stories and heavens and other realms; they are not to be seen by men. But when we encroach on their world, when we see what we are not meant to see, how can anything but disaster follow? — Hanya Yanagihara

My God, this novel makes me break out in a cold sweat! Do you know how much I've written in five months, since the end of August? Sixty-five pages! Each paragraph is good in itself and there are some pages that are perfect. I feel certain. But just because of this, it isn't getting on. It's a series of well-turned, ordered paragraphs which do not flow on from each other. I shall have to unscrew them, loosen the joints, as one does with the masts of a ship when one wants the sail to take more wind ... — Gustave Flaubert

Let silence in.
She will rarely speak or mew,
She will sleep on my bed
And all I have ever been
Either false or true
Will live again in my head.
For it is now or not
As old age silts the stream,
To shove away the clutter,
To untie every knot,
To take the time to dream,
To come back to still water. — May Sarton

Far below, making their way through the swinging glass doors, a retinue of Buddhist monks entered the Shopping Center. They approached in single file, heads shaven, their robes flowing behind them like a flood of freshly squeezed Florida orange juice.

The crowd melted, parting like a biblical sea to allow them through. The guard abashedly lowered his nightstick and stepped hastily aside. And the monks, without pause or ceremony, simply mounted the escalator and rode it to the next level.
— Jeff Greenwald

I had always done as he asked, not because I was bound to do so by duty but because I saw the depth of who he was and how he himself suffered. — Alice Hoffman

He was glad that Pemberley was fifty miles from Longbourn and he hoped that his mother-in-law would not visit often. — Jane Grix

Every man's entitled to hope. — David Milch

Our Red Army now needs IL-2 aircraft like the air it breathes, like the bread it eats. — Joseph Stalin

I am the girl who has always been desperate to get the hell out of there. — G.J. Walker-Smith