Vulkan Gi Quotes & Sayings

We need words to name and designate things. But we have only a static language with which to express ourselves. — Piet Mondrian

I'm liberated and lost.
I feel. I shiver with fever. I'm I. — Fernando Pessoa

One day I hope you understand when you reached out your hand, I grasped it, I never let it go. — Kaitlin D.S. Cammie

There's a lot that's not explained about the universe. And psychic-ness is not stranger than that. — Curtis Sittenfeld

Seek out a person whom you admire and respect for the support you need - that we all need from time to time. — Quentin Bryce

In growing up, I was a child of the movies. I went to the movies every given opportunity, and that's pretty much what has informed a lot of my choices. — Morgan Freeman

Moving heavy objects allowed me to feel manly in the eyes of other men. With the women it didn't matter, but I enjoyed subtly intimidating the guys with bad backs who thought they were helping out by telling us how to pack the truck. The thinking was that because we were furniture movers, we obviously weren't too bright. In addition to being strong and stupid, we were also thought of as dangerous. It might have been an old story to Patrick and the others, but I got a kick out of being mistaken as volatile. All I had to do was throw down my dolly with a little extra force, and a bossy customer would say, Let's just all calm down and try to work this out. — David Sedaris

You never wear red to no funeral; red says the dead person was a fool. — Greg Iles

Don't we all have a certain number of images that stay around in our head, which we undoubtedly call memories and improperly so, and which we can never get rid of because they return in our sky with the regularity of a comet - torn away also from a world about which we know almost nothing? They return more frequently than comets do, in fact. It would be better, then, to speak of them as loyal satellites, a bit capricious and therefore even troublesome: they appear, disappear, suddenly come back to badger our memory at night when we cannot sleep. But, little as we may care to, as our hearts tell us to, we can also observe them at will, coldly, scrutinize their shadows, colors, and relief. Only, they are dead stars: from them we shall never grasp anything other than the certainty that we have already seen them, examined them, questioned them without really understanding the laws that the line of their mysterious orbits obeyed. — Marc Auge