Surmountable Define Quotes & Sayings

If emptiness is endless, then everything rests in emptiness. — Dejan Stojanovic

Through my grandmother's stories always life moved, moved heroically toward an end. Nobody ever cried in my grandmother's stories. They worked, or schemed, or fought. But no crying. When my grandmother died, I didn't cry, either. Something about my grandmother's stories (without her ever having said so) taught me the uselessness of crying about anything. — Langston Hughes

I can't choose the most meaningful song that I've written. That would be like choosing one child over another. But first borns are always special. — Matisyahu

While knowledge is orderly and cumulative, information is random and miscellaneous. — Daniel J. Boorstin

The memories of the Munich games for me are of triumph and tragedy. — Mark Spitz

He rubs his forehead, frustrated, then raises his eyes, one dark brown, one gray-blue - the — Eleanor Herman

I verily believe that a man's way with women is in inverse ratio to his prowess among men. The weakling and the saphead have often great ability to charm the fair sex, while the fighting man who can face a thousand real dangers unafraid, sits hiding in the shadows like some frightened child. — Edgar Rice Burroughs

If there was a reason why he preferred the liberal tendency to the conservative one (also held to by many of his circle), it was not because he found the liberal tendency more sensible, but it more closely suited his manner of life. — Leo Tolstoy

To kill an error is as good a service as, and sometimes even better than, the establishing of a new truth or fact. — Charles Darwin

For a second, he was still, blinking. Then he shook off all the blankets and coats so that his arms were free and he wrapped them around me as tightly as he could. I felt him shuddering, shuddering against me as he buried his face in my hair.
I said, uselessly, "Sam, don't go."
Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.""
- Grace and Sam (Shiver) — Maggie Stiefvater

To come down to my own experience, my companion and I, for I sometimes have a companion, take pleasure in fancying ourselves knights of a new, or rather an old, order - not Equestrians or Chevaliers, not Ritters or Riders, but Walkers, a still more ancient and honorable class, I trust. The Chivalric and heroic spirit which once belonged to the Rider seems now to reside in, or perchance to have subsided into, the Walker - not the Knight, but Walker, Errant. He is a sort of fourth estate, outside of Church and State and People. — Henry David Thoreau