Yourcenar Frick Quotes & Sayings

I wander forth this chill December dawn: John Frost and all his elves are out, I see, As busy as the elfin world can be, Clothing a world asleep with fleecy lawn. — Robert Williams Buchanan

So the point of my keeping a notebook has never been, nor is it now, to have an accurate factual record of what I have been doing or thinking. That would be a different impulse entirely, an instinct for reality which I sometimes envy but do not possess. — Joan Didion

Bridget felt like she'd been sucked into a game of Clue. Delaney did it. In the football field. With an iron bar. Again, she had to force the words to die on her tongue. — Samantha Blake

There's something uniquely exhilarating about puzzling together the truth at the hands of an unreliable narrator. — Maria Semple

The brain's plasticity is not limited to the somatosensory cortex, the area that governs our sense of touch. It's universal. Virtually all of our neural circuits - whether they're involved in feeling, seeing, hearing, moving, thinking, learning, perceiving, or remembering - are subject to change. The received wisdom is cast aside. — Nicholas Carr

You have to keep on the very edge of something, all the time, or the picture dies. — Willem De Kooning

What we feel is mortal, and won't come again. — Ruth Padel

The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams. — Gaston Bachelard

Don't ever give up on life. Life can be so beautiful, especially after you've spent a lot of time with it. — Yoko Ono

You have come from God, you are a spark of His Glory; you are a wave of that Ocean of Bliss; you will get peace only when you again merge in Him. — Sathya Sai Baba

I weep fer the livin. I weep fer the dead. I weep fer the yet to be born. — Moira Young

You know, there's nothing you could tell me that would change my mind about you."

"That's 'cause you know me now, June. You don't ever want to know about me then. I don't want to know about me then."

"Think I would have ever ripped my back open on barbed wire to get away from you?"

"No - no, Jesus, June. Are you crazy? I could never, I could never - "

"Then I'm okay knowing you, whenever. I don't care what you say - you're a good guy. You're the best kind of guy. The things you've done for me, I - "

She couldn't speak, then. The glow was almost completely gone - it would never return if she started bawling.

"Hey, hey - okay. Okay, baby. It's okay. — Charlotte Stein

The cry of the flesh bids us escape from hunger, thirst, and cold; for he who is free of these and expects to remain so might live in happiness even with Zeus. — Epicurus