Xlvii Roman Quotes & Sayings

History is made by those who see beyond what already exists.
They see all the things that don't yet. — Natasha Tsakos

Bye," he whispered to me.
"Bye."
Neither of us moved.
"Seriously? This isn't the Titanic, you'll see each other again," Bethan said to us. — J.J. McAvoy

American critics are like American universities. They both have dull and half-dead faculties. — Edward Albee

Cosmos is a Greek word for the order of the universe. It is, in a way, the opposite of Chaos. It implies the deep interconnectedness of all things. It conveys awe for the intricate and subtle way in which the universe is put together. — Carl Sagan

This isn't what I wanted. This isn't what I would have chosen. You must know that. It's important you know that. — Karen Marie Moning

Apollo has peeped through the shutter,
And awaken'd the witty and fair;
The boarding-school belle's in a flutter,
The twopenny post's in despair;
The breath of the morning is flinging
A magic on blossom and spray,
And cockneys and sparrows are singing
In chorus on Valentine's day. — Winthrop Mackworth Praed

Nor, in truth, is it of little importance to prevent the suspicion of any difference having arisen between us from being handed down in any way to our posterity; for it is worse than absurd that parties should be found disagreeing on the very principles, after we have been compelled to make our departure from the world. — John Calvin

I've got to pick myself up Dust myself off And start all over again. — Peter Tosh

Anton was in his office, short and wide behind the desk in a gabardine suit the color of lemon ice cream. His face was sunlamp brown. — Ross Macdonald

Everyone must play his role. — Anne Tyler

You know some people say that you make watches or perfume bottles, it's all different things. — Marc Newson

Imagination is often truer than fact," said Gwendolen, decisively, though she could no more have explained these glib words than if they had been Coptic or Etruscan. "I shall be so glad to learn all about Tasso - and his madness especially. I suppose poets are always a little mad." "To be sure - 'the poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling'; and somebody says of Marlowe - 'For that fine madness still he did maintain, Which always should possess the poet's brain.'" "But it was not always found out, was it?" said Gwendolen innocently. "I suppose some of them rolled their eyes in private. Mad people are often very cunning. — George Eliot