Voynich Alphabet Quotes & Sayings

What lingered after them was not life, which always overcomes natural death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself. — Jeffrey Eugenides

Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors, he lost his marvelous sense of unreality and he ended up recommending to all of them that they leave Macondo, that they forget everything he had taught them about the world and the human heart, that they shit on Horace, and that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end. A — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The success of the Hollywood marketing machine is to limit what we see. Not just to limit what we can see, but also to limit our expectations - to limit what we want to see. — Terry Gilliam

It's a hard thing to age a character because you can't really suddenly give someone gray hair. — Alison Bechdel

I always got along with all types of people - popular people as well as drug addicts. — Amy Sedaris

Florida needs a special prison for tourists. Not all tourists - just the ones who trash the place, rob, shoplift, vandalize, drive drunk, assault the cops, puke in the alleys, pee in the medians, and so on. — Carl Hiaasen

I know, but what was I supposed to do? Stay and become increasingly unhappy? Because I wasn't happy in that life anymore. — Harper Bliss

Don't you know how to use chopsticks?" Joel asked. Melody grimaced. "I've never been one for European food. A fork works just fine. — Brandon Sanderson

her bedside. She shut her eyes tightly against the sight — Glynnis Campbell

The absence of romance in my history will, I fear, detract somewhat from its interest, but if it is judged worthy by those inquirers who desire an exact knowledge of the past as an aid to the understanding of the future, which in the course of human things must resemble if it does not reflect it, I shall be content.
In fine I have written my work not as an essay with which to win the applause of the moment but as a possession for all time. — Thucydides

I tramp a perpetual journey. — Walt Whitman

I thank Heaven every summer's day of my life, that my lot was humbly cast within the hearing of romping brooks, and beneath the shadow of oaks. — Donald G. Mitchell