Stigmatiseren Quotes & Sayings

Then there're Theseus, Oedipus, Peleus, Orpheus, Jason and Hercules all waiting to be untangled, since their various deeds are running crisscross through my mind like multicolored threads in a dress. Myron — Anne Frank

It takes less than a decade for today's luxury to become a universal necessity. — Paul Johnson

This is the story I am working on. But it isn't complete as I don't have the right way to begin. I sit on the crosshouse floor and look at the objects. I see different ways they could be put together and the way the story changes over time. The objects fall into their groupings and they talk to each other in different fashions depending on where they're put and at first it makes me panic. I put the memories together again and again in their different patterns and try to understand which is the correct way. Then at last I see that there isn't one. I see that if I am lucky and do it right, the story will not ever come together in one final meaning. Because there is not yet any end. — Anna Smaill

Tell me what scares you and I'll kill it. — Alanea Alder

I would not wish to marry someone who had already been married. It would be,' she opined, 'like having someone else break in one's own pony. — Neil Gaiman

Spontaneous love admits errors, hesitations and human failings. It can be tested and repaired. — Nancy Friday

one of the great failures of human civilization has been its refusal to pay proper attention, or a proper wage, to those who perform the hard but essential primary task of growing our food. — Christopher Hitchens

The idea that consciousness is the ground of being is the basis of all spiritual traditions. — Amit Goswami

She had always looked like some confectioner's fantasia, a wee thing created of spun sugar, gossamer light, pale and shimmering, so fragile she might melt away in the morning dew. The years had made her seem even more unearthly. Yet, she looked older, too, riper, no longer sprite but faerie queen ... Everything about her was brighter, clearer, lighter. Everything but her eyes. They had darkened into something more complicated, deeper, more intense and intoxicating: pansies in shadow, the Cretan sea at midnight. — Eloisa James