Marcel Proust Quotes
A sleeping man holds in a circle around him the thread of the hours, the order of years and of worlds. He consults them instinctively upon awaking and in one second reads in them the point of the earth that he occupies, the time past until his arousal; but their ranks can be mingled or broken.
Marcel Proust
Quotes to Explore
I believe that everybody has the right to view his or her own body as a palette. However, I think intellectuals should at least try to be role models.
Camille Paglia
Is it right to shoot the poor prostitute or a woman who is unfaithful to her husband, or a man who loves another man?
Oriana Fallaci
Who wouldn't like to give up normal life? I mean, normal life, you know, is the second worst thing to death itself. I think normality is something that makes everything very static, and I try to make my days, my daily routines, as uneven and rich as possible.
Vik Muniz
He was a great man. He taught himself how to walk again, to write with his left hand. My father was a hero.
Mandy Patinkin
As many of the riders before me had been held up and robbed of their packages, mail and money that they carried, for that was the only means of getting mail and money between these points.
Calamity Jane
Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed.
Natalie Clifford Barney
The soul, like the body, lives by what it feeds on.
J. G. Holland
I truly do have the most amazing child on the face of the earth. I know all parents say that about their child, but Taylor truly is special.
Yolanda Adams
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; his tears pure messengers sent from his heart; his heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth
William Shakespeare
I'm a championship handball player. I'm a championship softball and baseball player. I used to be an extremely talented center in high school in football. I also dabbled in lacrosse and soccer. I'm really good at billiards, darts, shuffleboard.
Action Bronson
A sleeping man holds in a circle around him the thread of the hours, the order of years and of worlds. He consults them instinctively upon awaking and in one second reads in them the point of the earth that he occupies, the time past until his arousal; but their ranks can be mingled or broken.
Marcel Proust