Pompadours Website Quotes

#1. The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.

Marcus Tullius Cicero

#2. Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.

Lord Byron

#3. Americans have no capacity for abstract thought, and make bad coffee.

Georges Clemenceau

#4. He locked gazes with her. "I have to wonder why you aren't being straight with me. I hate getting myself killed without knowing why.

B. J. Daniels

#5. When you feel expansion of your consciousness, that is the most ecstatic experience possible, because suddenly you are the whole universe. Stars are within you. The sun rises within you and sets within you. The earth moves within you. The flowers blossom within you.

Rajneesh

#6. What did you think the answer would be, Elisabeth? I toy with you because I can. Because it gives me great pleasure. Because I was bored.

S. Jae-Jones

#7. The human species is an animal species without very much variation within it, and it is idle and futile to imagine that a voyage to Tibet, say, will discover an entirely different harmony with nature or eternity.

Christopher Hitchens

#8. Sensuality not only debases both body and mind, but dulls the keen edge of pleasure.

Henry Fielding

#9. What do children know? They know who they are, she said, in ways we can't know and they can't tell us.

Don DeLillo

#10. I'd be perfectly happy never to have to answer anything again about how I work with Ethan, or whether we have arguments, or ... you know what I mean? I've been answering those questions for 20 years. I suppose it's interesting to people.

Joel Coen

#11. Characters in a novel or a play who act all the way through exactly as one expects them to ... This consistency of theirs, which is held up to our admiration, is on the contrary the very thing which makes us recognise that they are artificially composed.

Andre Gide

#12. He was powerless because he had no precise desire, and this tortured him because he was vainly seeking something to desire. He could not even make himself stretch out his hand to switch on the light. The simple transition from intention to action seemed an unimaginable miracle.

Vladimir Nabokov