Quotes of: Saint Keyword

The future was one thing that could never be broken, because it had not yet had the chance to be anything.

Saint Anything

...this clumsy collision of two very impatient forms of ignorance was known as the quarrel of Science and Religion.

Saint Thomas Aquinas

What you do in your dreams is never your choice. But it made me happy anyway.

Saint Anything

The artistic disposition is little more than an extreme form of sulking.

Saint Morrissey: A Portrait of This Charming Man by an Alarming Fan

Madness, Brother Masseo, is the salt which prevents good sense from rotting.

Saint Francis

It is impossible for me to remember how many days or weeks went by in this way. Time is round, and it rolls quickly.

Saint Francis

Saints and martyrs had never interested Maggie so much as sages and poets.

The Mill on the Floss

You don't know what love is until someone lives with you while you write a book.

The Maker of Saints

The laughter of the world is merely loneliness pathetically trying to reassure itself.

The Neal A. Maxwell Quote Book

Those for whom the world is not enough: saints, conquerors, poets, and all lovers of books.

The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert

We are here and it is now. Further than that, all human knowledge is moonshine.

A Mencken Chrestomathy

Not for the first time, it occurred to me that sorrow could be purified into song the same way a piece of coal is purified into a diamond.

Saints at the River

..statues of saints in somebody else's religion. To me they're just rock shaped into glorified nobodies.

Survivor

Stripping her of her name had been almost as satisfying as removing her dress.

Studio Saint-ex

Great men are great until they know it. Saints are holy until they know it.

Seeker After Truth

Looks like it's time to liven up this dead little town!" - Saint Dane (The Reality Bug)

The Reality Bug

Give a boy - ANY boy - enough time, and he WILL eventually pick his nose!

From the Top

As long as one believes in philosophy, one is healthy; sickness begins when one starts to think.

Tears and Saints

For a moment the radio wavered between stations and I was so busy making myself marvelous.

In the Voice of a Minor Saint

...we do not own these woods. They own us.

Within These woods: a collection of Northwoods nature essays, with original illustrations by the author

How or by what magic is it, that we convey our thoughts to one another with such case and accuracy?

Henry Martyn