Demelza Sings Quotes

#1. There was nothing, just this deathly, terrible silence in the dark night with the stars overhead.

Eva Hart

#2. Battle is an orgy of disorder.

George S. Patton Jr.

#3. The little boy inside of all us men always loves something video game related.

Dane Cook

#4. The praise we seek for our own virtues sometimes tempts us to flatter the imperfections of other men.

Norm MacDonald

#5. Welcome young poet, in here you are free
to follow your star to where you should be.
That door of the library was the door into me
And Lorca and Shelley said "Come to the feast."
Whitechapel Library, Aldgate East.

Bernard Kops

#6. The Earth, dost thou say? What has the Earth ever realized, that drop of frozen mud, whose Time is only a lie in the Heavens?

Villiers De L'Isle-Adam

#7. I mean, in the history of poetry there have been a lot poetries where you have to inherit the position of poet from your ancestors and I think that if you just leave anyone to become a poet based on an aristocratic society, then a lot of people are left out who might have something to offer.

Edward Hirsch

#8. Could somebody please invade America? I know it's not exactly prime real estate and can just about produce corn and shitty TV, but someone really needs to help them blow off some steam.

Yahtzee Croshaw

#9. Then God sends us such a messenger who appears to us in spirit, warns us, consoles us, teaches us, and brings us His good tidings.

Paracelsus

#10. He forgot his wounds, his hunger and thirst, and became fear; hopeless fear

William Golding

#11. Work ethic is the most important component of being successful.

Kliff Kingsbury

#12. Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more
adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there'll be nothing left with which to venture forth.
Why should I share you? Why don't you get rid of someone else for a change?

Frank O'Hara

#13. One day when I was able to get up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.

Elie Wiesel