Zandie Quotes & Sayings

As Zapffe concluded, we need to hamper our consciousness for all we are worth or it will impose upon us a too clear vision of what we do not want to see, — Thomas Ligotti

An emotion as much tells you nothing about reality, beyond the fact that something makes you feel something. — Ayn Rand

Wisdom doesn't mean that you know how to argue things or you fight with people. No, it doesn't mean that. Wisdom means how you take to the good side of everything to enjoy it. This is wisdom and that you avoid all destructive things and take to something constructive. — Nirmala Srivastava

As I get older, my childhood self becomes more accessible to me, but selectively, in images as stylized and suspect as moments remembered from a novel read years ago. — John Updike

True opinions are a fine thing and do all sorts of good so long as they stay in their place; but they will not stay long. They run away from a man's mind, so they are not worth much until you tether them by working out the reason. Once they are tied down, they become knowledge, and are stable. — Plato

At last the magic caught, and she managed to vault clumsily onto it before it trundled into the night sky as gracefully as a duck with one wing missing. — Terry Pratchett

Your body is a piece of fucking art, but that doesn't mean you can use it to get what you want. — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

I want truly, madly, deeply. — Georgia Cates

Michele Bachmann ... I'm not going to say it. I'm not going to say it ... Tutti-frutti. I know I'm going to get in trouble! — Herman Cain

Seerow's kindness. Even then, all those years ago, i knew. My father's epitaph had just been written. — Katherine Applegate

A gentleman is any man who wouldn't hit a woman with his hat on. — Fred Allen

The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted as the first winds of winter slipped between the withered branches and across the highlands toward the southeast. Stopping in the center of the pasture, I could hear the winds clearly. No turning back, they pronounced. The brief autumn was gone. — Haruki Murakami