The Last Child John Hart Quotes & Sayings

When you awaken to true nothingness and all the empty fictions you once thought of as "Me" disappear, then self-existent life without beginning and without end finally touches your heart. — Ilchi Lee

There is just no end to reality. You can keep going closer into it, but you never ever come out the other end. — Joseph Raffael

Noticing and remembering everything would trap bright scenes to light and fill the blank and darkening past which was already piling up behind me. The growing size of that blank and ever-darkening past frightened me; it loomed beside me like a hole in the air and battened on scraps of my life I failed to claim. If one day I forgot to notice my life, and be damned grateful for it, the blank cave would suck me up entire. — Annie Dillard

We need to educate young people to deal with new modes of education that are emerging with the new electronic technologies and we need to educate them to not only learn how to critically read this ubiquitous screen culture but also how to be cultural producers. — Henry Giroux

Our habits are our friends. Even our bad habits.
Diary of a Country Priest — Georges Bernanos

I can't cheer up - I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable! — L.M. Montgomery

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,
Good Kate; I am a gentleman. — William Shakespeare

Full employment - very full employment; long, weary, back-breaking employment - is characteristic of precisely the nations that are most retarded industrially. — Henry Hazlitt

Love is the greatest divine-self. — Lailah Gifty Akita

No such private nights of ecstasy or hushed-up drinking and sex orgies ever occurred. They might have occurred if either General Dreedle or General Peckem had once evinced an interest in taking part in orgies with him, but neither ever did, and the colonel was certainly not going to waste his time and energy making love to beautiful women unless there was something in it for him. — Joseph Heller

A guy comes home from college to find his mother sleeping with his uncle, and there's a ghost running around. Write it good, it's Hamlet; write it bad, it's Gilligan's Island. — Lorne Michaels