Spirites Quotes & Sayings

Well, I suppose I could do a solo album, but my god, it would be terrible! — Robert Plant

So do you want to be one of those people who goes through life never truly living? Never taking chances because you're too afraid of falling? Or do you want to take risks, no matter how scary they may be, for the slightest chance you may just get to experience something extraordinary in a rather ordinary life? — Danielle Jamie

I'm not much of a golfer, I don't have any friends and all I like to do is go home and be alone, and not worry about ways not to lose. — Bear Bryant

We're all fallen people in a fallen world.
Where does a man find healing amid so many broken places? How does he find love in the ruins and vine-wrapped shattered pieces of his own soul?
Because love's springing up through the rocks. — Charles Martin

- They're all dead. They're all dead and they live in holes like this one. And I'm in one too. Everybody. The world's a place full of holes with dead people in them. And the moon's a ball all full of holes too and inside them there are other dead people. — Niccolo Ammaniti

You have to be true to what you believe in and do your duty. — Wesley Clark

April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy. We expect too much, the world burgeons with promises it can't keep, all passion is really a setup, and we're doomed to get our hearts broken yet again. I agree, and would further add: Who cares? Every spring I go out there anyway, around the bend, unconditionally ... Come the end of the dark days, I am more than joyful. I'm nuts. — Barbara Kingsolver

Do jungle animals understand the true nature of the trees among which they have their daily being? In the parent-forest, amid those mighty trunks, we shelter and play; but whether the trees are healthy or corroded, whether they harbour demons or good spirites, we cannot say. Nor do we know the greatest secret of all: that one day we, too, will become as arboreal as they. And the trees, whose leaves we eat, whose bark we gnaw, remember sadly that they were animals once, they climbed like squirrels and bounded like deer, until one day they paused, and their legs grew down into the earth and stuck there, spreading, and vegetation sprouted from their swaying heads. They remember this as a fact; but the lived reality of their fauna years, the how-it-felt of that chaotic freedom is beyond recapture. They remember it as a rustle in their leaves. — Salman Rushdie

God beckons me to exhilarating adventures that are without number, beyond all conceivable boundaries, and effortlessly eclipse the furthest reaches of my imagination, all while I sit languishing in stifling adventures of my own limited creation. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

I have to find a way of making myself happy, I have to stop looking for happiness elsewhere. It's true, — Paula Hawkins