Choose language

Forgot your password?

Need a Spoofbox account? Create one for FREE!

No subscription or hidden extras

Login

#ura

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #ura




Escrevo para ver se acontece alguma coisa, os medievais estavam certos: o mundo é chato.


Filipe Russo


#humor #tédio #humor

No man ever threw away life while it was worth keeping.


David Hume


#endurance #inspirational #joy #life #optimism

Genius is not a possession of the limited few, but exists in some degree in everyone. Where there is natural growth, a full and free play of faculties, genius will manifest itself.


Robert Henri


#everyone #exists #faculties #few #free

Better to have to retrace your steps and then move forward than never to move forward at all.


Anne Burack Sayre


#birthday #children-s #delightful #elementary-school #funny

Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art." (Last words, according to Dickens's obituary in The Times.)


Charles Dickens


#fulfillment #inspirational #last-words #natural #rules

Rose was patently a degenerate. Nature, in scheduling his characteristics, had pruned all superlatives. The rude armour of the flesh, under which the spiritual, like a hide-bound chrysalis, should develop secret and self-contained, was perished in his case, as it were, to a semi-opaque suit, through which his soul gazed dimly and fearfully on its monstrous arbitrary surroundings. Not the mantle of the poet, philosopher, or artist fallen upon such, can still its shiverings, or give the comfort that Nature denies. Yet he was a little bit of each - poet, philosopher, and artist; a nerveless and self-deprecatory stalker of ideals, in the pursuit of which he would wear patent leather shoes and all the apologetic graces. The grandson of a 'three-bottle' J.P., who had upheld the dignity of the State constitution while abusing his own in the best spirit of squirearchy; the son of a petulant dyspeptic, who alternated seizures of long moroseness with fits of abject moral helplessnes, Amos found his inheritance in the reversion of a dissipated constitution, and an imagination as sensitive as an exposed nerve. Before he was thirty he was a neurasthenic so practised, as to have learned a sense of luxury in the very consciousness of his own suffering. It was a negative evolution from the instinct of self-protection - self-protection, as designed in this case, against the attacks of the unspeakable. ("The Accursed Cordonnier")


Bernard Capes


#decadent #degenerate #degeneration #neurasthenic #design

Time is nothing absolute; its duration depends on the rate of thought and feeling.


John Draper


#depends #duration #feeling #nothing #rate

David Hudson was rising in the political field. As a senator from New York, he had it all – good looks, a well-known family name and the finances to go with it, but for David, it was never enough. He graduated from an Ivy League school at the top of his class, and his parents were political royalty in America so he grew up in the spotlight with all of the luxuries one could imagine.


Yolanda Richards


#interracial-romance #multicultural #romance-novels #family

Only God is the Giver and Master of Creativity and imagination because they are gifts that can only come from Him Alone!


Cheyenne Mitchell


#mystery #supernatural-thrillers #suspense #the-covering #thrillers

He imagined her upstairs in her room, lying in bed with her hair spread across the pillow, that nightgown with the pearl buttons down the front tangled around her legs, nothing beneath the delicate fabric but her softness and warmth. Desire pulsed through his body, hungry and hot and needy. It was unbearable to want her with such intensity, unthinkable to need her with such desperate longing, dangerous to believe that she could somehow keep the demons away. He did not want to need her, for in need, there was dependence. He could not trust, for in trust, there was betrayal. Better never to see heaven at all than to catch a glimpse of it, grab for it, and lose it. He went to his room. He slept with his demons, and he woke alone.


Laura Lee Guhrke


#conor-s-way #laura-lee-guhrke #imagination






back to top