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Friedrich Nietzsche quote: "The melancholy of everything completed!"
The melancholy of everything completed! Friedrich Nietzsche
To whom I owe the leaping delight. That quickens my senses in our wakingtime. And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime, the breathing in unison. Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other. Who think the same thoughts without need of speech, And babble the same speech without need of meaning... No peevish winter wind shall chill. No sullen tropic sun shall wither. The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only. But this dedication is for others to read: These are... T. S. Eliot
Jigsaw Lady is the working title of a science fiction novel I've had in my head for darn near 15 years. I think I'll start work on it next year (in all my spare time) but I'd like to get it finished some day. Raymond E. Feist
Robert Hall quote: "In matters of conscience, first thoughts are best. In matters..."
In matters of conscience, first thoughts are best. In matters of prudence, last thoughts are best. Robert Hall
I however don't go to clubs to show off and to be seen, and certainly not to make statements. I just want to be able to quietly watch a band. Ritchie Blackmore
Haruki Murakami quote: "If you're in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight..."
If you're in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark Haruki Murakami
Love them for who they are, and what they are they are; they are not you. Good stuff, isn't it? You have to live 73 years to get that. Doris Roberts
I often think that he's the only one of us who's achieved immortality. I don't mean in the sense of fame and I don't mean he won't die someday. But he's living it. I think he is what the conception really means. You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with everyday that passes. . . They change, they deny, they contradict- and they call it growth. At the end there is nothing left, nothing unreveresed or unbetrayed; as if there had never been an entity, only a succession of... Ayn Rand
I didn't want to be left alone with Timothy, not because I was afraid of him but because I was afraid that somebody would come into the office and see us sitting there, two matching rejects in matching orange chairs. Michael Chabon
Dean Koontz quote: "His glare could melt a polar bear's testicles."
His glare could melt a polar bear's testicles. Dean Koontz
George E. Brown, Jr. quote: "I was interested in science before I even knew what science was."
I was interested in science before I even knew what science was. George E. Brown, Jr.
My message to David Cameron, as the head of our government, is to seriously think again about this Robin Hood tax, the tax to help the poor by taking a little bit from the rich. Keith O'Brien
I have to say that I have no regrets about my decision to become a priest or about the major directions my ministry has taken me... I have been and am happy as a priest, and I have never been lonely... I could have used a bit more solitude. Andrew Greeley
Rainer Maria Rilke quote: "Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your..."
Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. ...live in the question. Rainer Maria Rilke
The tomb in the daytime, and when wreathed with fresh flowers, had looked grim and gruesome enough; but now some days afterwards, when the flowers hung lank and dead, their whites turning to rust and their greens to browns; when the spider and the beetle had resumed their accustomed dominance; when time-discoloured stone, and dust-encrusted mortar, and rusty, dank iron, and tarnished brass and clouded silver-plating gave back the feeble glimmer of a candle, the effect was more miserable and... Bram Stoker