Eisenbach Tresore Quotes

#1. I turned my lips to the hand that lay on my shoulder. I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express

Charlotte Bronte

#2. Nothing, until the ground comes up to meet you, and you land in a jumble of pain and shattered bones; and the scream you didn't think you had in you scrapes your throat raw as you let it out - like the first, shocked breath of a baby newly born into a universe of suffering.

Aliette De Bodard

#3. By this (nature of the Tao).

Lao-Tzu

#4. When you drop all your ideas, fantasies and projections about who you are and what freedom is and remain completely empty, this is freedom.

Mooji

#5. To Sethe, the future was a matter of keeping the past at bay. The "better life" she believed she and Denver were living was simply not that other one.

Toni Morrison

#6. The idea - the fact of it, the fact that he even noticed and thought about me for more than one second - is huge and overwhelming, makes my legs go tingly and my hands feel numb.

Lauren Oliver

#7. This skipping is another important point. It should be done whenever a proof seems too hard or whenever a theorem or a whole paragraph does not appeal to the reader. In most cases he will be able to go on and later he may return to the parts which he skipped.

Emil Artin

#8. Pain engraves a deeper memory.

Anne Sexton

#9. I definitely don't sit down every day and make a new song.

Zedd

#10. I thought he was kind of a dick too, but I didn't say so. You're not supposed to join in when someone is bashing his father.

Jenny Han

#11. I only took about five guitar lessons in my life from an actual teacher. I learned fast that that wasn't for me. I didn't have the attention span to learn that way. So I learned the basics from my dad, then just from playing on stage, and watching other guitar players.

Jason Aldean

#12. No matter how much he loved me. No matter how much I loved him in return. I would never, ever belong to another person. As long as I lived.

J.L. Berg

#13. Who hateth me but for my happiness? Or who is honored now but for his wealth? Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty.

Christopher Marlowe