Elizabeth Bisland Quotes
Perhaps the potency of fever, of drugs, of alcohol, or of mania may open up deeps of memory, of primordial memory, that are closed to the milder magic of sleep. The subtle poison in the grape may gnaw through the walls of Time and give the memory sight of those terrible days when we wallowed — nameless shapes — in the primaeval slime.
Elizabeth Bisland
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Children seem naturally drawn to poetry - it's some combination of the rhyme, rhythm, and the words themselves.
Jack Prelutsky
It's funny, because I have periods where I just kind of go dark. I don't tweet, I don't talk, I don't interview, and then I have times where I do.
Lance Armstrong
Each time I free a child, I feel it is something closer to God.
Kailash Satyarthi
Any one who wants to live in peace and freedom will be to live by toil, demonstration of high levels of discipline and tolerance for one another.
Yahya Jammeh
I like having a private name and a public name. It helps keep things straight.
S. E. Hinton
The relationship I have to everyday life is very European. We have a different relationship with religion, with faith, with nudity, with sex, with food.
Vincent Cassel
Every teenager feels a wanting, a desire for something more, to be heard, to be seen.
Brad Falchuk
Adorn thyself with simplicity and with indifference towards the things which lie between virtue and vice. Love mankind. Follow God. The poet says that Law rules all. And it is enough to remember that law rules all.
Marcus Aurelius
Many books have changed my life, but only one has the word 'life-changing' in the title: Marie Kondo's 'The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying.'
Elif Batuman
I don't have any idols, any heroes, nothing, no.
Rafael Nadal
A lot of gay-themed films are terrible. And mainstream audiences and the press aren't interested, understandably.
Andrew Haigh
Perhaps the potency of fever, of drugs, of alcohol, or of mania may open up deeps of memory, of primordial memory, that are closed to the milder magic of sleep. The subtle poison in the grape may gnaw through the walls of Time and give the memory sight of those terrible days when we wallowed — nameless shapes — in the primaeval slime.
Elizabeth Bisland