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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Orthodox Christianity, by playing upon the emotions of man, is able to accomplish wonders toward keeping him in order and relieving his mind. It can frighten or cajole him away from evil more effectively than could reason.
H. P. Lovecraft
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
I, myself, I am not interested in reality television; just me, myself, speaking.
T.I.
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 have the full confidence of the coach, and that's extremely important to me.
Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang
Hitler was unapproachable and impenetrable even for those in his close company.
Ian Kershaw
The importance of poetry is not measured, finally, by what the poet says but by how he says it.
Mahmoud Darwish
When I'm a brunette, it's four times harder to hail a taxi. Then I go blonde again, and suddenly there are taxis everywhere.
Sally Phillips
Indecision is a major time waster; 80% of decisions should be made the first time they come up
Brian Tracy
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