Sofrer Quotes & Sayings

And then his true courtship of her had its beginning; and to the worship of his body, he joined the fairest garlands from the treasure-house of his mind, and made a bower for her.

Adored; caressed into delight; conducted by delicate paths into ravishing labyrinths where pleasure, like carillons on glass, played upon pleasure, she leaned on his voice, and sometimes answered it. — Dorothy Dunnett

May all beings be happy and free. — Chant

If you haven't met Satan face to face, it's because you are running in the same direction. — Zig Ziglar

They can die as soon as they want. — Assem Allam

I feel that I'm leaving Williamstown too early, but I'd rather leave too early than too late. — Michael Ritchie

A little artist has all the tragic unhappiness and the sorrows of a great artist and he is not a great artist. — Gertrude Stein

Language is a finding-place not a hiding place. — Jeanette Winterson

I wasn't planning to lead, I was standing in the back and then everyone turned around. — Avery Hiebert

When people ask how old I am, I just tell them twenty-one, and if they assume I mean years instead of decades or centuries, then that can't be my fault, can it? — Kevin Hearne

Man is a flux of states of consciousness, a flow of passing thoughts, each thought of self another self, a myriad thoughts, a myriad selves, a continual becoming but never being, a will-of-the-wisp flitting of ghosts in ghostland. — Jack London

Your angel cannot protect you against that which neither god nor the devil had made — Cassandra Clare

We had always talked easily and well, and as we carried our drinks away, I asked him what he thought there was in us that forced us to tell stories to ourselves about our own lives - to make up stories that had such an arbitrary resemblance to our actual living. Why did we pick certain dots and connect them and not others? Why did we find it so irresistible to make ourselves into tragic figures with tragic flaws which were responsible for our pain? Maybe unfortunate things just happened; maybe there was just bad luck. Why did it seem like our greatest failures were caused by perversions in our souls?

'Perhaps it's evolutionary,' he said. ' If we saw ourselves in realistic proportions - how tiny we are, and how little ability we have to avoid the suffering that's an inevitable part of life - maybe we would be too discouraged to survive.'

'Or maybe,' I said, 'the truth is so diffuse that our minds cannot even hold on to it. — Sheila Heti

What you try to bury just ends up burying you. — Jane Wagner