George Sterling Quotes
As a breath on glass, - As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return. (“The Face of the Skies”)
Quotes to Explore
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I'm not someone who's led my life trying to get publicity; I'd rather do my work and go home.
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Thoughts crystallize into habit and habit solidifies into circumstances.
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There is no time in human history when you were more perfectly represented than in the Garden of Eden.
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There's power in looking silly and not caring that you do.
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Man is many things, but he is not rational.
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Childhood is the sleep of reason.
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The message of love and compassion will travel far and wide if all who follow a spiritual path work together in harmony and mutual respect.
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If God has laid your sins upon the Son of His love, you may rest assured that He will never lay them a second time upon you; since, if Christ has borne them and atoned for them to Divine justice, they never again can be found.
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Doing 'YHA' felt as if I was shooting for a film because it was a love story with a definite ending and good script.
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I was outside when I heard a bang and that's when the plane did a whirly-down to the ground. After that I saw a wing come down.
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History has no record of a nation having adopted nonviolent resistance.
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Your remarks upon chemical notation with the variety of systems which have arisen, &c., &c., had almost stirred me up to regret publicly that such hindrances to the progress of science should exist. I cannot help thinking it a most unfortunate thing that men who as experimentalists & philosophers are the most fitted to advance the general cause of science & knowledge should by promulgation of their own theoretical views under the form of nomenclature, notation, or scale, actually retard its progress.
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If we bestow but a very little attention to the economy of the animal creation, we shall find manifest examples of premeditation, perseverance, resolution, and consumate artifice, in order to effect their purpose.
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The snail had been a true mentor; its tiny existence had sustained me. Late one winter night I wrote in my journal: A last look at the stars and then to sleep. Lots to do at whatever pace I can go. I must remember the snail. Always remember the snail.
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As a breath on glass, - As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return. (“The Face of the Skies”)
