Quotes for All
Idealism, though just in its premises, and often daring and honest in their application, is stultified by the exclusive intellectualism of its own methods: by its fatal trust in the squirrel-work of the industrious brain instead of the piercing vision of the desirous heart. It interests man, but does not involve him in its processes: … Read more
What is patriotism? Is it love of one’s birthplace, the place of childhood’s recollections and hopes, dreams and aspirations? Is it the place where, in childlike naïveté, we would watch the passing clouds, and wonder why we, too, could not float so swiftly? The place where we would count the milliard glittering stars, terror-stricken lest … Read more
Renunciation-is a piercing Virtue-The letting go A Presence-for an Expectation-. Emily Dickinson
I instinctively dress a bit tougher because I’ve spent a lot of time in the U.S. and I realised there was a certain image projected of me here. I’ve always been an absolute rebel. When I was in my teen years I had piercings and wore all black. Ellie Goulding
Happiness had never been like this before. Now it came like sun showers, the sun and the rain together. Happiness was happier than it had been – sharp, piercing, and snatched, like a breath while swimming in surf. Elizabeth Knox
I really just drew off of where we are now, with reality TV. You can’t help but see a lot of it. You choose to watch some, but with some, you just can’t help but hear it and see it. It’s just piercing in your brain. That piercing is what I was tapping into , … Read more
Obviously, if you don’t love life, you can’t enjoy an oyster. Eleanor Clark
If you don’t love life you can’t enjoy an oyster; there is a shock of freshness to it and intimations of the ages of man, some piercing intuition of the sea and all its weeds and breezes. [They] shiver you for a split second. Eleanor Clark
I was walking along the road with two friends. The sun set. I felt a tinge of melancholy. Suddenly the sky became a bloody red… I stood there, trembling with fright. And I felt a loud, unending scream piercing nature. Edvard Munch
The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante’s paradise could equal it. One breath of juniper smoke, like the perfume of sagebrush after rain, evokes in magical catalysis, like certain music, the space … Read more