Spasso Quotes & Sayings

Though there was nothing very airy about Miss Murdstone, she was a perfect Lark in point of getting up. She was up (and, as I believe to this hour, looking for that man) before anybody in the house was stirring. Peggotty gave it as her opinion that she even slept with one eye open; but I could not concur in this idea; for I tried it myself after hearing the suggestion thrown out, and found it couldn't be done. — Charles Dickens

Each particle of matter is an immensity, each leaf a world, each insect an inexplicable compendium. — Johann Kaspar Lavater

We are surrounded by curtains. We only perceive the world behind a curtain of semblance. At the same time, an object needs to be covered in order to be recognized at all. — Rene Magritte

Father's Day makes me wish I could talk to my Dad just one more time, instead of all the time. — Anthony Jeselnik

When the world uncovers some dark disguise,
Embrace the darkness with averted eyes. — Thomas Ligotti

To obey the principles of kingdom is to enjoy full and whole health — Sunday Adelaja

Light reading (by this, I mean books of little importance) may amuse for the moment, but leaves nothing solid behind. — Ron Chernow

They dragged the air mattress up to the widow's walk and eventually figured out how it was supposed to inflate, but Lucas had to read the instructions in Spanish because the English ones were nearly incomprehensible. Hilariously so.
"Insert mouth to the purpose inflation," Helen whispered.
...
"Expel lung into inflator tube," Lucas whispered back. "That sounds like it would hurt. — Josephine Angelini

[Abbas Kiarostami] is a great artist and a poet. I sometimes think that if Samuel Beckett made films, he'd make them like Kiarostami makes them. — Anthony Minghella

The art form has to do with the mystery and the hidden invitation that's in the room. And that's when the magic happens, that's when the deep silence emerges to the surprise of all the attentively listening ears. In a way, you're following that silence. You go where the silence is deepest. — David Whyte

Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness. — William Wordsworth

It is not every day one sees a soul-even of a poem — L.M. Montgomery