Walls The Dig Quotes & Sayings

Lust is a mysterious wound in the side of humanity; or rather, at the very source of its life! To confound this lust in man with that desire which unites the sexes is like confusing a tumor with the very organ which it devours, a tumor whose very deformity horribly reproduces the shape. — Georges Bernanos

Being able to meet fans who look up to me and letting me know they have been inspired by me in some way is so humbling. — Erin Willett

And since gin to artifice bears the same relation as tears to mascara, her attractions at once dissembled. — Truman Capote

I do not think that there is a reputable scientist on this planet who would advocate using this technology to generate a human child as was just announced. — Robert Lanza

But nobody yet had been able to dig down to what was most captivating about her: this was the mysterious ability of her soul to apprehend in life only that which had once attracted and tormented her in childhood, the time when the soul's instinct is infallible; to seek out the amusing and the touching: to feel constantly an intolerable, tender pity for the creature whose life is helpless and unhappy; to feel across hundreds of miles that somewhere in Sicily a thin-legged little donkey with a shaggy belly is being brutally beaten. Whenever she did come across a creature that was being hurt, she experienced a kind of legendary eclipse - when inexplicable night comes down and ash flies and blood appears on the walls - and it seemed that if at once, at once, she did not help, did not cut short another's torture (the existence of which it was absolutely impossible to explain in a world so conducive to happiness), her heart would not stand it, and she would die. — Vladimir Nabokov

Idols of the injury,
dug in behind the least understood
motor plan information.
The vile abomination temporal lobes and
The four loathsome memory walls and
The four reasoning, arithmetic beasts
are found for all behind pain and planes.
Portrayed as a house,
Go in, function, cause blindness from
The house's hearing spirit, judgment and
The court's four bronze woes and
The functioning brain lobe wings,
Go in, hearing and perception,
I dig under door fronts, pain and plans. — Bill Ectric

It was enough to make me feel like retreating into some wooded or snowy clime, where only the most determined photographers or Mary-hunters might find me. — Tara Altebrando

If the Bible is mistaken in telling us where we came from, how can we trust it to tell us where we're going ? — Justin Brown

Pain is not a conduit to art or joy — Jay Maisel

Level, is spelled the same forward and backwards. Those on the upper level can always hit the bottom, and those on the bottom can always rank to the top. Envision your footprints up there already trailing, and your feet will soon follow suit. — Anthony Liccione

The Marshall is supposed to be 200 watts, but mine's never worked right; it peaks out at 80. — Stevie Ray Vaughan

the ruin insufficiently ruined, — Stefan Zweig

We don't need wings to be angels
We don't need reasons to be right
Your love makes us all better
That who we really are
Angels and heroes at heart — Brian Littrell

A slave will amuse himself in his dungeon; a free man must file through his chains and dig through his prison-walls before he can frolic. — George MacDonald

A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. — Ann Dillard

One time I saw a tiny Joshua tree sapling growing not too far from the old tree. I wanted to dig it up and replant it near our house. I told Mom that I would protect it from the wind and water it every day so that it could grow nice and tall and straight. Mom frowned at me. "You'd be destroying what makes it special," she said. "It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty. — Jeannette Walls

For me, life has always been the storm. The storm and watching from the window for the thing that could stop it, even if my watching was only with my mind's eye locked on the window of my imagination. — Sarah Pinborough