Barbara Hurd Quotes
In a swamp, as in meditation, you begin to glimpse how elusive, how inherently insubstantial, how fleeting our thoughts are, our identities. There is magic in this moist world, in how the mind lets go, slips into sleepy water, circles and nuzzles the banks of palmetto and wild iris, how it seeps across dreams, smears them into the upright world, rots the wood of treasure chests, welcomes the body home.
Barbara Hurd
Quotes to Explore
The perfect normal person is rare in our civilization.
Karen Horney
All achievements, all earned riches, have their beginning in an idea.
Napoleon Hill
He that struggles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
Edmund Burke
I am from Karnal, India.
Kalpana Chawla
I don't think it's ever changed, whether its Frank Sinatra, Glenn Miller, Zeppelin, Guns n' Roses or anyone today, the reason why you get into music is because you love it, and if you're good at it, that's a plus.
Zakk Wylde
Black Label Society
I am ashamed to run against a lady. It's demeaning, very degrading. I have always refused to argue with a lady.
Ferdinand Marcos
Unlearned men of books assume the care,As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
Edward Young
I start with the subject matter I want to write about. Then I make a musical base for that and create an atmosphere with the music. Once I've done that, the lyrics come last.
Midge Ure
Ultravox
Our dreams are made of real things, like a shoebox full of photographs.
Galveston Giant
I haven't actually studied acting at all.
Kat Dennings
I didn't even have that many close LGBT friends or anything like that, but I suppose it was growing up and becoming aware of how you are in a cultural landscape that is blatantly homophobic... you turn around and say, 'Why did I grow up in a homophobic place? Why did I grow up in a misogynistic place?'
Andrew Hozier-Byrne
In a swamp, as in meditation, you begin to glimpse how elusive, how inherently insubstantial, how fleeting our thoughts are, our identities. There is magic in this moist world, in how the mind lets go, slips into sleepy water, circles and nuzzles the banks of palmetto and wild iris, how it seeps across dreams, smears them into the upright world, rots the wood of treasure chests, welcomes the body home.
Barbara Hurd
