Bed Quote by Julien Gracq Download Open image “And what can still delight an inert stone except to become, once more, the bed of a raging torrent?” — Julien Gracq ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bed Delight Rage Stills Stones
“Stone is a primal matter, inhuman in its duration. Yet despite its incalculable temporality, the lithic is not some vast and alien outside. A… — Jeffrey Jerome Cohen Copy Share Image
A rock or stone is not a subject that, of itself, may interest a philosopher to study; but, when he comes to see the… — James Hutton Copy Share Image
Solid stone is just sand and water...Sand and water and a million years gone by. — Beth Nielsen Chapman Copy Share Image
“Maturity/experience: the beguiling texture of stones subjected to years of furious seas.” — Alain de Botton Copy Share Image
Many stones you will find on your path. It's up to you what you make from it ; A Bridge or a Wall. — Nishan Panwar Copy Share Image
Crystal Vase is like a girl; You only put fresh flowers in it; If you'll put rocks, the vase will explode — Serdyuk Oksana Copy Share Image
“A history of literature, unlike history as such, ought to list only victories, for its defeats are no victory for anyone.” — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“Often, beyond the next turning, footfalls of a herd galloping across stone were heard, or further in the distance, with reassuring grunts, a wild… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“[Original text in French] Giovanni n'avait pas menti. Sagra était une merveille baroque, une collision improbable et inquiétante de la nature et de l'art.… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“It was a fossilized path: the will which had cut this gash out of these solitary places so that the blood and sap would… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“No, what numbed these fields, peopled with bad dreams was not the oppressive grip of a plague but rather an ailing retreat, a sort… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“Blood had long since ceased to beat from one end to the other, but one could sense, from passages marked with fresher traces of… — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
“On its own, having escaped my grasp, the spool I had loosed was unwinding.” — Julien Gracq Copy Share Image
When man of slender visits you / Nothing on earth that one can do / In well he’ll hide, or watery hole / And… — Jack Goldstein Copy Share Image
Your idea of fidelity is not having more than one man in bed at the same time. — Frederic Raphael Copy Share Image
The beginning of love is all about the butterflies, but the end of it is when you can't get out of bed in the… — Taylor Swift Copy Share Image
Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Leave a cavity behind the [wall] facings, and on the inside build walls two feet thick, made of red dimension stone or burnt brick… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
Why couldn't Jesus command us to obsess over everything, to try to control and manipulate people, to try not to breathe at all, or… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
“To all the secret writers, late-night painters, would-be singers, lapsed and scared artists of every stripe, dig out your paintbrush, or your flute, or… — Shauna Niequist Copy Share Image
“In the parking lot, she drove and parked in a dark area with no other cars around. She reclined her seat, and listened to… — Tao Lin Copy Share Image
It wasn't really touching to be young; it was touching not to be young, because you had less of life left. Touching to be… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
I have to meditate before I go to bed, always. I have to let the day go and let the eternal in. — Bellamy Young Copy Share Image
Sometimes by a woodland stream he watched the water rush over the pebbled bed, its tiny modulations of bounce and flow. A woman's body… — Salman Rushdie Copy Share Image