White Poppy Quotes & Sayings

I hope I died honorably. I have a great deal to atone for. - Eler Nersal — Lynda Williams

What can't be said can be written. Because writing is a silent act, a labor from the head to the hand. — Herta Muller

There was no telling if I'd be reborn when I died, but the waltz began and ended with my four notes. He'd built the music around things that reminded him of me. And now this name. My name. — Jodi Meadows

There is no one specific method that everyone must use. There are no rules and rigid requirements. It is a way of life and a belief system. — Leila Haynes

The unconscious is not a demoniacal monster, but a natural entity which, as far as moral sense, aesthetic taste, and intellectual judgement go, is completely neutral. It only becomes dangerous when our conscious attitude to it is hopelessly wrong. To the degree that we repress it, its danger increases. But the moment the patient begins to assimilate contents that were previously unconscious, its danger diminishes. The dissociation of personality, the anxious division of the day-time and the night-time sides of the psyche, cease with progressive assimilation. — C. G. Jung

I think after time goes by and you earn certain rights or you break through certain barriers, you could sometimes, maybe, take it for granted what you have now that you didn't have before. And then that would lead to a certain lack of community, in a way, caring in a way, that I saw before [in gay society]. — Madonna Ciccone

Alec's eyes glittered for a moment, bright blue under coal-black lashes. He stood up and came over to where Clary was standing by the door. "Wise girl," he said.
"You didn't always think I was wise."
"No, I thought you were a pest, but I know better now." He dropped a kiss on top of her head and went out the door, still carrying his tulip. — Cassandra Clare

Night heralded sleep and shadows, demons and dreams. But I heralded the night. — Roshani Chokshi

professionally and — Malcolm Gladwell

The academic world was marching toward ever more specialized knowledge, expressed in ever more dense jargon. — Michael Crichton