Suscitare In English Quotes & Sayings

It is clear that every civilization undergoes a process of historical change. We can see that a civilization comes into existence, passes through a long experience, and eventually goes out of existence. — Carroll Quigley

I think about the hurt that stories cannot ease, not with a thousand tellings. — Anita Shreve

I'd love to claim that what I have done in my life is of my doing, but it's not of my doing at all. I've blown around in the wind like a mad thing, influenced by this and that - like a piece of paper: like the boy in that scene in 'American Beauty' watching a piece of paper blowing hither and thither. — John Hurt

You believe that you live in the
universe when in reality the universe lives in you — Steve Chandler

There is no breakthrough without breakage"--Love's Body — Norman O. Brown

Sarah turned on her, and shook her head. "You may keep them. And if it is possible with so small a sum of money, I suggest you purchase some instrument of torture. I am sure Mrs. Fairly will be pleased to help you use it upon all those wretched enough to come under your power. — John Fowles

The sending of a letter constitutes a magical grasp upon the future. — Iris Murdoch

We fear that we are ugly, that we cannot succeed and we are afraid of something — Sunday Adelaja

I'm very open about my shortcomings. It's nothing for me. People think I'm so brave for being like this. But I'm just being me, I'll take it. — Stacy Barthe

I don't go to the gym. I've always been very athletic and kept very active. I used to run track. I literally have no desire to get a gym membership. — Dawnn Lewis

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you, from falling hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields. — John McCrae