Spoliations Quotes & Sayings

All she'd had to do was remember about Limbo: neither Heaven nor Hell, Limbo was the timeless, colorless eternity spent in between. — Ruthie Knox

Could he not find in his heart the generosity to acknowledge that there is a small nation that stood alone not for one year or two, but for several hundred years against aggression; that endured spoliations, famines, massacres in endless succession; that was clubbed many times into insensibility, but that each time on returning [to] consciousness took up the fight anew; a small nation that could never be got to accept defeat and has never surrendered her soul? — Eamon De Valera

The body is something absolutely miraculous. It's amazing, the five senses. — Mathieu Amalric

A true solitude is not unbearable since it allows for otherness. — Helene Cixous

Take a straw and throw it up into the air, you may see by that which way the wind is. — John Selden

I've been into Sonic Youth since junior high school. I think I kind of have ADD, so it's good music for ADD because it just throws you in different directions all the time. I really like Kim Gordon's voice and Thurston Moore's voice, and I like the guitars going off on tangents. — Norman Reedus

We are lying to ourselves when we're not contradicting ourselves. — Marty Rubin

The public has always, and in every age, been badly brought up. They are continually asking Art to be popular, to please their want of taste, to flatter their absurd vanity, to tell them what they have been told before, to show them what they ought to be tired of seeing, to amuse them when they feel heavy after eating too much, and to distract their thoughts when they are wearied of their own stupidity. — Oscar Wilde

We discover the will of God by a sensitive application of Scripture to our own lives. — Sinclair B. Ferguson

After a Christmas comes a Lent. — John Ray

I understood that there was no escaping the memories, that I was surround by them. (p.30) — Milan Kundera

The truth shall your soul free. — Lailah Gifty Akita

On the first day of class, the Visual Arts building reclined before me like an old brick whore, egging me to show her one, last, good time. I doubted I was up to the task, but regardless, I entered from the rear, just to give myself the slightest mental edge. — Chip Kidd