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
I wonder wonder why the wonder falls I wonder why the wonder falls on me I wonder wonder why the wonder falls With everything I touch and hear and see
Andy Partridge
Many times, illusions or magic sets are designed as an exposition for the audience to watch, but the the style I do with the pickpocketing is directly interactive.
Apollo Robbins
Actually my ideal piece of sculpture is a road.
Carl Andre
Any other illness, any other disease that we're faced with, there's sympathy and understanding. We get help for those. With mental illness, our go-to is to categorize them as, 'Oh, they're crazy,' to belittle the problem.
Chris Wood
I don't run any of my companies. I always partner with somebody who wants to operate.
Jim McKelvey
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
