Slusher Eye Quotes & Sayings

If the hand be held between the discharge-tube and the screen, the darker shadow of the bones is seen within the slightly dark shadow-image of the hand itself ... For brevity's sake I shall use the expression 'rays'; and to distinguish them from others of this name I shall call them 'X-rays'. — Wilhelm Conrad Rontgen

If you look throughout human history ... the central epiphany of every religious tradition always occurs in the wilderness. — John F. Kennedy

Acting gives me a chance to be people I will never be, in real life. I like changing who I am. — James Purefoy

The mater, with her scissors outspread to snap the head of a dead something or other, stopped at the sight of Reggie. — Katherine Mansfield

The house of Lords must be the only institution in the world which is kept efficient by the persistent absenteeism of most of its members. — Herbert Samuel, 1st Viscount Samuel

I want to feel what pressures other people feel. Experience the world guided by someone else's moral compass. See and hear and taste with senses formed in a completely different mold than mine. I want to see what it's like to live someone else's lie ... Someone else's life. — Michele Jaffe

All of us lost something. Some of us lost everything. — Cassandra Clare

I would rather lose with kindness than win with cruelty. — Debasish Mridha

Good fortune is a god among men, and more than a god. — Aeschylus

I haven't killed anybody all day. Help me keep it that way. — Clint Eastwood

My name was in the wind, and the wind was high above the snowbound city. There was no difference between the sound of my name and the sound of the wind. I was in the wind and the wind was in me, and beneath us were the crystalline haloes of golden light wrapped about the streetlamps, and the muffled plops of snow falling from eaves, and the dry rattles of the dead leaves clinging to the indifferent boughs. — Rick Yancey

We've got time," Jared says again.
An abrupt panic, like a warning premonition, makes it impossible for me to speak for a moment. He watches the change on my face with worried eyes. "You don't know that." The despair that softened when he found me strikes like the lash of a whip. "You can't know how much time we'll have. You don't know if we should be counting in months or days or hours."
He laughs a warm laugh, touching his lips to the tense place where my eyebrows pull together. "Don't worry, Mel. Miracles don't work that way. I'll never lose you. I'll never let you get away from me."
She brought me back to the present - to the thin ribbon of the highway winding through the Arizona wasteland, baking under the fierce noon sun - without my choosing to return. I stared at the empty place ahead and felt the empty place inside.
Her thought sighed faintly in my head: you never know how much time you'll have.
The tears I was crying belonged to both of us. — Stephenie Meyer