Spiritisticka Quotes & Sayings

I'm off the rails, tipping the scales, following the trail, delving into my own custom made form of outer space. — Angel M.B. Chadwick

Sometimes we have stand-ins until the real deal comes along, — S.A. Wolfe

In a move that will remain in Irish annals as a stigma comparable to the potato famine, the Dublin government succumbed to ECB blackmail: make the German creditors of Ireland's commercial banks whole, even a bank that was closed down and thus no longer systemically important for Ireland's financial sector, or else. — Yanis Varoufakis

Shall Nature, erring from her first command, self-preservation, fall by her own hand? — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne

I never thought there was a path that would lead here, a fourth-floor flat with two bedrooms and a kettle and a grey-eyed vampire sitting on the couch, messing with his new phone. — Rainbow Rowell

I've always been very aware of balance and, even before I had a child, my life always takes priority to my work. — Charlize Theron

Compassion is a mind that removes the suffering that is present in the other. — Nhat Hanh

The Principia's reputation for unreadability spread faster than the book itself. A Cambridge student was said to have remarked, as the figure of its author passed by, "There goes the man that writt a book that neither he nor anybody else understands. — Anonymous

If you complain that Allah is testing you too much, you're failing the test. — Omar Suleiman

With his trademark counterintuitive logic how the habits of highly successful people pale in — Malcolm Gladwell

The kiss, dear maid ! thy lip has left

Shall never part from mine,

Till happier hours restore the gift

Untainted back to thine.


Thy parting glance, which fondly beams,

An equal love may see:

The tear that from thine eyelid streams

Can weep no change in me.


I ask no pledge to make me blest

In gazing when alone;

Nor one memorial for a breast,

Whose thoughts are all thine own.


Nor need I write --- to tell the tale

My pen were doubly weak:

Oh ! what can idle words avail,

Unless the heart could speak ?


By day or night, in weal or woe,

That heart, no longer free,

Must bear the love it cannot show,

And silent ache for thee. — George Gordon Byron

Try to be someone upon whom nothing is lost! — Henry James