Whirled Club Quotes & Sayings

Hurt can make you blind to the truth — Abby Clements

I'm really fascinated by the parallels between quantum theory and the teachings of some of these ancient texts. So many of the things that quantum physicists are talking about today, like nonlocality and the observer effect, are things the yogis have been saying for thousands of years. — Beryl Bender Birch

I did not establish the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society as a protest organisation. — Paul Watson

'Encore' was an experiment. 'Encore' was the second chance at a first impression. 'Encore' was not completely planned. — Hunter Hayes

All I ask is that you bust your heiny on that field. — Casey Stengel

I think the Prime Minister has embarked on a journey and he has no idea where he's taking us. — John Hewson

Satan is a "roaring lion, [who] walketh about, seeking whom he may devour." And he will devour us unless we "put on the whole armour [or power] of God, that we may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil." (See 1 Peter 5 and Ephesians 6) — Sheri Dew

Sometimes we fall in love with the idea of a person and have trouble seeing the real thing. — Paul Dano

But just understand the difference between a man like Reardon and a man like me. He is the old type of unpractical artist; I am the literary man of 1882. He won't make concessions, or rather, he can't make them; he can't supply the market. I
well, you may say that at present, I do nothing; but that's a great mistake, I am learning my business. Literature nowadays is a trade. Putting aside men of genius, who may succeed by mere cosmic force, your successful man of letters is your skilful tradesman. He thinks first and foremost of the markets; when one kind of goods begins to go off slackly, he is ready with something new and appetising. He knows perfectly all the possible sources of income. Whatever he has to sell, he'll get payment for it from all sorts of various quarters; none of your unpractical selling for a lump sum to a middleman who will make six distinct profits. — George Gissing

Amazement could go no further. If Phryne had ridden in on a unicorn he would merely have remarked on its elegant hocks and golden horn and suggested that she enter it weight for age at Felmington. Well, no, not a unicorn. Not Phryne. A dragon, perhaps. He was sure that she could tame a dragon. — Kerry Greenwood