Wlodarski Obituary Quotes & Sayings

There is a darkness in you. In all of us, probably. Beasts we keep chained. Ordinary men have to keep the chains strong, for if we let the beast loose then society will turn upon us with fiery vengeance. Kings though ... well, who is there to turn upon them? So the chains are made of straw. It is the curse of kings, Helikaon, that they can become monsters. And they invariably do. — David Gemmell

We were a roiling mass of opinion, most of it mean. Here we sat at civilization's technological peak, and what we chose to do on that shining pinnacle was hate each other's guts. — Lydia Millet

It's quality versus quantity, but quantity has a quality all its own, — Evan Currie

But she had to know words. She had to know everything. — Eva Ibbotson

I actually like snakes! When I was young, I was a boy scout nature camp counselor, and one of our projects was collecting snakes and creating an environment for them, so I'm quite familiar with snakes and think they're fantastic creatures. — Harrison Ford

Everyone become a creation of their environment. — Steven Redhead

There is no room in baseball for discrimination. It is our national pastime and a game for all. — Lou Gehrig

Stars and blossoming fruit trees: Utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity. — Simone Weil

And "withdrawal from the world" is nothing but the destruction of passions and manifestation of the innermost life in Christ. — Vladimir Aleksandrovich Antonov

The sun shines, snow falls, mountains rise and valleys sink, night deepens and pales into day, but it is only very seldom that we attend to such things ... When we are grasping the inexpressible meaning of these things, this is life, this is living. To do this twenty-four hours a day is the Way of Haiku. It is having life more abundantly. — R.H. Blyth

I choose not to think of my life as surviving, but coping. — Lorna Luft

Like a couple of peasants huddled together in the Cathedral of Notre Dame, Jack and Eliza performed their role in the Mass and then departed, leaving no sign that they'd ever been there, save perhaps for an evanescent ripple in the coursing tide of quicksilver. — Neal Stephenson

To a poet, the human community is like the community of birds to a bird, singing to each other. Love is one of the reasons we are singing to one another, love of language itself, love of sound, love of singing itself, and love of the other birds. — Sharon Olds