Henry Rollins Quotes
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The infectiousness of crime is like that of the plague.
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Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.
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Be silent always when you doubt your Sense.
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The beginning of human knowledge is through the senses, and the fiction writer begins where the human perception begins. He appeals through the senses, and you cannot appeal through the senses with abstractions.
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I think I've been lucky enough to have had an extended adolescence. I'm a lot like I was when I was 15.
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That's definitely more of a classic sound. We've been encouraging him to do it for quite some time and I'm glad that he's finally come to his senses and has decided to show the world how great he can rip on that thing.
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The soul is the cause or source of the living body. The terms cause and source have many senses. But the soul is the cause of its body alike in all three senses which we explicitly recognize. It is (a) the source or origin of movement, it is (b) the end, it is (c) the essence of the whole living body.
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Things which we see are not by themselves what we see ... It remains completely unknown to us what the objects may be by themselves and apart from the receptivity of our senses. We know nothing but our manner of perceiving them.
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All our knowledge begins with the senses...
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I don't try to imagine a personal God; it suffices to stand in awe at the structure of the world, insofar as it allows our inadequate senses to appreciate it.
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Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.
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The mind may wander, but let not the senses wander with it. If the senses wander where the mind takes them, one is done for.
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In a letter from Bath to her sister, Cassandra, one senses her frustration at her sheltered existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.
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Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.
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A certain similarity exists, although the type evolves, between all the women we love, a similarity that is due to the fixity of our own temperament, which it is that chooses them, eliminating all those who would not be at once our opposite and our complement, fitted that is to say to gratify our senses and to wring our heart.
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Ring around the rosie. A pocket full of posie. Ashes ashes, we all fall down. Some people say that this poem is about the Black Death, the fourteenth-century plague that killed 100-million people... Sadly, though, most experts think this is nonsense... How can I be so sure about this rhyme when all the experts disagree? Because I ate the kid who made it up.
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Not the senses I have but what I do with them is my kingdom.
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And indeed it could be said that once the faintest stirring of hope became possible, the dominion of plague was ended.
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Gay marriage is a complete red herring to distract everyone from the economy and the war and health care and education.
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The wall is silence, the grass is sleep, Tall trees of peace their vigil keep, And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled. Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world.
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I must be like the princess who felt the pea through seven mattresses; each book is a pea.
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We are addicted to our egotism, our likes and dislikes and prejudices, and depend upon them for our own sense of identity.
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Truth, like surgery, may hurt, but it cures.
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Adolescence is a plague on the senses.
