H. P. Lovecraft Quotes
May the merciful god, if indeed there be such, guard those hours when no power of the will, or drug that the cunning of man devises, can keep me from the chasm of sleep. Death is merciful, for there is no return therefrom, but with him who has come back out of the nethermost chambers of night, haggard and knowing, peace rests nevermore.
H. P. Lovecraft
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I was in Toronto when the big Women's March was going on, and I thought, 'Well, I've never been to a protest, and I can't sit this one out, and they're having a gathering here in Toronto, so I may as well go,' and gosh, I didn't expect 60,000 or 65,000 people to be there - it was huge! It was something that I didn't feel I could sit out at all.
Yvonne Strahovski
Whatsoever is, is in God, and without God nothing can be, or be conceived.
Baruch Spinoza
Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters.
Victor Hugo
If 'everything happens for a reason,' then every act of evil is ultimately God's doing.
Adam Hamilton
Violent men have not been known in history to die to a man. They die up to a point.
Mahatma Gandhi
Hardcore fans have a vision in their head, and if they look at your cosplay of it, you may not fit their vision.
Yaya Han
A man watches his pear tree day after day, impatient for the ripening of the fruit. Let him attempt to force the process, and he may spoil both fruit and tree. But let him patiently wait, and the ripe pear at length falls into his lap.
Abraham Lincoln
The recent developments in cosmology strongly suggest that the universe may be the ultimate free lunch.
Alan Guth
The diet for climbing all the time isn't really different from the diet for living. It's not like cardio sports where you're burning a bajillion calories every day.
Alex Honnold
Truth's like a dollar-piece, it's got two sides, and both are wanted to make it good currency.
John Buchan
May the merciful god, if indeed there be such, guard those hours when no power of the will, or drug that the cunning of man devises, can keep me from the chasm of sleep. Death is merciful, for there is no return therefrom, but with him who has come back out of the nethermost chambers of night, haggard and knowing, peace rests nevermore.
H. P. Lovecraft
