Prayer is the force as real as terrestrial gravity. As a physician, I have seen men, after all other therapy had failed,… — Alexis Carrel Copy Share Image
Christian society is like a bundle of sticks laid together, whereof one kindles another. Solitary men have fewest provocations to evil, but,… — Joseph Hall Copy Share Image
What are our conductors giving us year after year? Only fresh corpses. Over these beautifully embalmed sonatas, toccatas, symphonies and operas the… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
It is better, however, for his own reputation that the story-teller should risk a few actions for libel on account of these… — James Payn Copy Share Image
“Of course, they didn't give names or dates, they spoke in what might be called abstract terms, but despite the seemingly detached… — Roberto Bolaño Copy Share Image
How foolish of me to believe that it would be that easy. I had confused the appearance of trees and automobiles, and… — Duane Michals Copy Share Image
“By the time I left to go downtown for supper, I was at the high point just short of where intoxication begins… — James Agee Copy Share Image
The first thing about a song is that it has to be real, be lived; it has to be emotional, and melancholic.… — Keren Ann Copy Share Image
I was creative before I started meditating, but I had, looking back, a weakness. I wasn't self-assured. I had a little bit… — David Lynch Copy Share Image
“I sometimes think about old tombs and weeds That interwreathe among the bones of kings With cold and poisonous berry and black… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A deep, black grief gripped Robert Kennedy in the months following his brother's assassination. He lost weight, fell into melancholy silences, wore… — Thurston Clarke Copy Share Image
Our sadness won’t be of the searing kind but more like a blend of joy and melancholy: joy at the perfection we… — Alain de Botton Copy Share Image
Hangovers are a vivid form of vengeance. Last night my apartment became the venue for a small, introverted chardonnay festival. A melancholy… — Liz Jensen Copy Share Image
The palace started as a single vaulted room and grew in proportion to my despair. It began as an exercise to keep… — Lisa St. Aubin de Terán Copy Share Image
With impeccable prose, dry wit, and uncommon wisdom, Ted Thompson brings to life one family's painful disappointments and powerful resilience. The Land… — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
