Stohr Race Quotes & Sayings

All was calm and motionless in the wondrous Garden, and the marvelously brilliant flowers seemed breathless; and they suffused the Youth with a scent which made the head whirl and oppressed the heart with a sinister languor - a scent which was reminiscent of the obscure, rushing, thirsting sighs of vanilla, cyclamen, datura and lily, of evil and fateful flowers which in dying themselves destroy, bewitching with a mysterious death.
The Youth resolutely decided to make his way into the wondrous Garden, to inhale the mysterious fragrances which the Beauty inhaled, and gain her love even though the price might be life itself, even though the road to it might be a fatal road, a road of no return.
("The Poison Garden") — Valery Bryusov

That's the essence of me - I don't think, I feel - at best, I think-feel ... — John Geddes

Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail ... — Beatrix Potter

We are, in any case, only one of the forces acting in society — Errico Malatesta

Who but a brazen crazy person would go one-on-one with blank paper or canvas armed with nothing but ideas? — Mark Vonnegut

And the greatest adventure is not going to the moon - the greatest adventure is going to your own innermost core. — Osho

The ones who lived, who truly lived, they make an imprint on our lives. They leave their mark in our hearts. They change the course of our fates and our destinies. Those are the real heroes. The ones who cared enough for a human being that they rewrote their futures."
- Alastor Moody — Mordred

The changing year's successive plan Proclaims mortality to man. — Horace

Never stop. Never stop fighting. Never stop dreaming. — Tom Hiddleston

When you have dinner with the Devil, you learn that either you have good taste or that you have bad taste. — Lionel Suggs

Failure to make a decision was in itself a decision - he — Frank Herbert

We might have coupled
In the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment
Or broken flesh with one another
At the profane communion table
Where wine is spill'd on promiscuous lips

We might have given birth to a butterfly
With the daily-news
Printed in blood on its wings — Mina Loy