Vision Of Disorder Quotes & Sayings

Climbing is a great effort, but the extraordinary pleasure. — Jerzy Kukuczka

Joe knew that for some, really for most, the derivations of belladonna that blurred their vision and caused their hearts to race would, as well, hasten their forgetting of detail. They would not recall, not readily, any sense of pain or shame or doubt or threat of danger.
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There were always children to be used. Members were obliged to offer their children, although not necessarily every child in a family was used. Some were found to be not suited for the rigor. Some were left alone so that if the involved children in a family were to attempt to tell, siblings could not corroborate their experience. — Judith Spencer

We write about ourselves because we know about ourselves. — Layne Staley

I'm a shaky traveler, she said. I can't even sleep through a flight, I have to be awake for the crash. — Jill Shalvis

My dad was not someone who you would strike with a billy club and he wouldn't strike back. It just wasn't in him. — Condoleezza Rice

More and more you empty your mind, more and more you come closer to the spirit in the body. — Roshan Sharma

It was language I loved, not meaning. I liked poetry better when I wasn't sure what it meant. Eliot has said that the meaning of the poem is provided to keep the mind busy while the poem gets on with its work
like the bone thrown to the dog by the robber so he can get on with his work ... Is beauty a reminder of something we once knew, with poetry one of its vehicles? Does it give us a brief vision of that 'rarely glimpsed bright face behind/ the apparency of things'? Here, I suppose, we ought to try the impossible task of defining poetry. No one definition will do. But I must admit to a liking for the words of Thomas Fuller, who said: 'Poetry is a dangerous honey. I advise thee only to taste it with the Tip of thy finger and not to live upon it. If thou do'st, it will disorder thy Head and give thee dangerous Vertigos. — P.K. Page

After centuries of darkness
fish may lose their vision,
and happy in the still pool
will forget that light was once their day. — Barry Pomeroy