Thomas Harris Quotes
In the vaults of our hearts and brains, danger waits. All the chambers are not lovely, light and high. There are holes in the floor of the mind, like those in a medieval dungeon floor - the stinking oubliettes, named for forgetting, bottle-shaped cells in solid rock with the trapdoor in the top. Nothing escapes from them quietly to ease us. A quake, some betrayal by our safeguards, and sparks of memory fire the noxious gases - things trapped for years fly free, ready to explode in pain and drive us to dangerous behavior.
Thomas Harris
Quotes to Explore
No one knows how it is that with one glance a boy can break through into a girl's heart.
Nancy Thayer
I have created a new genre. It is a soulful creation that comes straight from my heart.
Kailash Kher
On a film set, for me, there's so much more time to process what's going on than there is on a television set. There's more wiggle room to try things and fail and try again and get to the heart of what's going on in the scene, which is really fun for me. It's what I like to do.
Taylor Schilling
He's a threat to win until his brain turns to tapioca.
Gary McCord
Do activities you're passionate about - which make your heart and soul feel perky - including things like working out, cooking, painting, writing, yoga, hiking, walking, swimming, being in nature, being around art, or reading inspiring books.
Karen Salmansohn
From the time you open the newspapers to the time the lights go off at night, it's all lies. We lie the most to the people closest to us. For fear of hurting them, breaking their heart, or worrying them.
Karan Johar
Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.
C. Day Lewis
An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew,'Twas the 'Vengeance of the Little Yellow God'.
J. Milton Hayes
Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine,Two shadows starting to softly combine.The picture they're paintingIs one of the heart;And to those who have seen it,It's a true work of art.Oh, the red strokes,Passions uncaged;Thundering moments of tenderness rage.Oh, the red strokes,Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn),Burning the night like the dawn.
Garth Brooks
But how much are the delicate convolutions of the brain influenced by the digestive apparatus? When the mal de mere seizes me I, Hercule Poirot, am a creature with no grey cells, no order, no method - a mere member of the human race somewhere below average intelligence!
Agatha Christie
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Maya Angelou
If you find it in your heart to care for somebody else, you will have succeeded.
Maya Angelou
There never was a social change in America without angry people at the heart.
Keith Miller
Surely in much talk there cannot choose but be much vanity. Loquacity is the fistula of the mind,--ever-running and almost incurable, let every man, therefore, be a Phocion or Pythagorean, to speak briefly to the point or not at all; let him labor like them of Crete, to show more wit in his discourse than words, and not to pour out of his mouth a flood of the one, when he can hardly wring out of his brains a drop of the other.
Herbert Spencer
We reasoned that the men would find it difficult to vote against the women in their home states when a woman was sitting with them making laws.
Jeannette Rankin
I think the music comes first, then comes the fashion, and thus, the lifestyle. I believe it starts with music, and then the person delivering it delivers the lifestyle, the fashion. Madonna is a great example of that.
Questlove
I met, not long ago, a young man who aspired to become a novelist. Knowing that I was in the profession, he asked me to tell him how he should set to work to realize his ambition. I did my best to explain. 'The first thing,' I said, 'is to buy quite a lot of paper, a bottle of ink, and a pen. After that you merely have to write.'
Aldous Huxley
In the vaults of our hearts and brains, danger waits. All the chambers are not lovely, light and high. There are holes in the floor of the mind, like those in a medieval dungeon floor - the stinking oubliettes, named for forgetting, bottle-shaped cells in solid rock with the trapdoor in the top. Nothing escapes from them quietly to ease us. A quake, some betrayal by our safeguards, and sparks of memory fire the noxious gases - things trapped for years fly free, ready to explode in pain and drive us to dangerous behavior.
Thomas Harris
