Quotes & Sayings About Trippy Stuff

It is impossible to find peace in the world if we can't create peace within ourselves. — Debasish Mridha

I actually have a peculiar feminism that does not involve the idea that women shouldn't be sexy. Female characters written in comics have always been pretty damned sexy, and used their sexuality. And I don't have any problem with that. — Ann Nocenti

Rather than being pushed by life, I wanted to pull life along with me. — Tonianne DeMaria Barry

It is what people do not know that they persecute each other about. — Robert Green Ingersoll

Not thou,
White rose, but thy
Ensanguined sister is
The dear companion of my heart's
Shed blood. — Adelaide Crapsey

Wasting a fortune is evaporation by a thousand imperceptible means. — Samuel Johnson

I mean I think that's a fact and I think that we had a very peculiar type of Catholic Church here in that it was a fortress Church. — John McGahern

For me, the greatest fault would be to tell somebody something I'm not. — Manti Te'o

It didn't matter that there was a war on our doorstep. She had things to do, places to be. — Trevor Noah

I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia — Ptolemy

Being an African filmmaker, Africa is what's important for me. If I were to shot a film in France or elsewhere it would only be because the story that was being told was something that concerned me, and that really called me or needed to be shown on the screen. — Abderrahmane Sissako

Have not many of us, in the weary way of life, felt, in some hours, how far easier it were to die than to live?
The martyr, when faced even by a death of bodily anguish and horror, finds in the very terror of his doom a strong stimulant and tonic. There is a vivid excitement, a thrill and fervor, which may carry through any crisis of suffering that is the birth-hour of eternal glory and rest.
But to live, to wear on, day after day, of mean, bitter, low, harassing servitude, every nerve dampened and depressed, every power of feeling gradually smothered, this long and wasting heart-martyrdom, this slow, daily bleeding away of the inward life, drop by drop, hour after hour, this is the true searching test of what there may be in man or woman. — Harriet Beecher Stowe

I had not to this time subsisted, but that I was supported by your frequent courtesies and favours. — Philip Massinger