Voudrez Quotes & Sayings

Your inside person doesn't age. Your inside person is soul, is heart, in the eternal now, the ageless, the old, the young, all the ages you've ever been. — Anne Lamott

The black ice of that dark fortress received the sunlight like a mortal wound. — Salman Rushdie

But you, O LORD, are r a shield s about me, my glory, and t the lifter of my head. — Anonymous

Public perception of the Westminster arena, with all its posturings, does little to engender a sense of voter belief. — Charles Kennedy

If in my fight I can encourage even some people to understand and to abandon policies they now so blindly follow, I shall not regret any punishment I may incur. — Bram Fischer

Dear Little Children, don't ever give up on your dreams. — Heather Wolf

Science is part of culture. Culture isn't only art and music and literature, it's also understanding what the world is made of and how it functions. People should know something about stars, matter and chemistry. People often say that they don't like chemistry but we deal with chemistry all the time. People don't know what heat is, they hardly know what water is. I'm always surprised how little people know about anything. I'm puzzled by it. — Max F. Perutz

It was written in London under the advancing shadow of the Second World War, and it may be that the apprehensionsof those years can be felt vibrating from time to time in its pages. The historian,concerned as he is with the most vital of all studies, is often more subject than herealizes to the electric currents of contemporary mood. — C.V. Wedgwood

Light was first Through the Lord's word Named day: Beauteous, bright creation! — Caedmon

An injustice committed against anyone is a threat to everyone. — Baron De Montesquieu

Never develop any mysticism, about love; for love itself is a mystic thing that puts you in a mystic situation. — Auliq Ice

I died. When a person is a chicken who crosses the road to get to the other side, and that is how she dies, then her life is a joke. Well, that is how I died - as a chicken crossing the road to get to the other side.

When I crossed the road that day, it was to the other side I was heading - that was how much despair I felt, our fight still in my mind. Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side. A suicide. The other side is death. Everyone knows that, right? — Sheila Heti