Prayer is a relationship; half the job is mine. If I want transformation, but can't even be bothered to articulate what, exactly,… — Elizabeth Gilbert Copy Share Image
If you're going to while away the years, it's far better to live them with clear goals and fully alive then in… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for? Stand at the window here. Was ever such a dreary,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The biggest journalistic game-changer of our time has been the rise of social media and the overgrowth of faux news sources -… — Robert Lipsyte Copy Share Image
They do not need the sun. Who needs the sun when the eyes glow? Darkness. A woolen fog has wrapped the earth,… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our… — Stevie Smith Copy Share Image
Of course there is sometimes a price to pay. While I was busy painting, not only was my light dissipating quickly, but… — Cory Trepanier Copy Share Image
“It wasn't the fog I minded, Cathleen. I really love fog. [...] It hides you from the world and the world from… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
“¡No metáis en la cabeza lo que os quepa en el bolsillo! ¡No metáis en el bolsillo lo que os quepa en… — Miguel de Unamuno Copy Share Image
“When the rush of the weak sweeps over those that strive to be strong, its destruction. The commonplaces of moral judgment become… — Shannon L. Alder Copy Share Image
It is not easy to convey, unless one has experienced it, the dramatic feeling of sudden enlightenment that floods the mind when… — Francis Crick Copy Share Image
They call them the haunted shores, these stretches of Devonshire and Cornwall and Ireland which rear up against the westward ocean. Mists… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
I believe in Christian charity, but I don't believe in Christian tolerance... When we become so tolerate that we lead people into… — Aiden Wilson Tozer Copy Share Image
Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a… — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
It is the Land of Truth (enchanted name!), surrounded by a wide and stormy ocean, the true home of illusion, where many… — Immanuel Kant Copy Share Image
For me, the key image is the boat coming through the fog at the beginning. It's something I imagined and liked and… — Martin Scorsese Copy Share Image
It doth not hurt", whispered a faint voice, "She will take you life and all you are and all you care'st for,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
There is this strange fog of being a young man that I would refer to as soft time. Time does not go… — Ryan Adams Copy Share Image
All of the Antilles, every island, is an effort of memory: every mind, every racial biography culminating in amnesia and fog. Pieces… — Derek Walcott Copy Share Image
I dreamed a place where I have come to dwell Cold Mountain says it all Monkeys scream, the valley fog is cold… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
In order that the relations between science and the age may be what they ought to be, the world at large must… — William Jay Youmans Copy Share Image
A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane As night descends upon the fabled street: A lonely hansom splashes through the rain, And… — Vincent Starrett Copy Share Image
Johanna glances over at Finnick, to be sure, then turns to me. “How’d you lose Mags?” “In the fog. Finnick had Peeta.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The conflicting missions of the two armies seemed to have no fog, no gray, only black-and-white clarity. I had lived my life… — Randy Alcorn Copy Share Image
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight,… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip… — John Updike Copy Share Image
So I should be aware of the dangers of self-consciousness, but at the same time, I’ll be plowing through the fog of… — Dave Eggers Copy Share Image
It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
I have been interested in the dialogue of abstraction and modernist painting - and the rich history of the grid. I also… — Stephen Beal Copy Share Image
You who have never “been there” in the throes of grief, have no idea what is going on inside the head of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
True depression is a terribly real thing. Some of the noblest men and women in the world have been prone to it… — J. E. Buckrose Copy Share Image
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I like these people swarming on the sidewalks, wedged into a little space of houses and canals, hemmed in by fogs, cold… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
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