Quotes About Porthole

#1. Unk, standing at a porthole, wept quietly. He was weeping for love, for family, for friendship, for truth, for civilization. The things he wept for were all abstractions, since his memory could furnish few faces or artifacts with which his imagination might fashion a passion play.

Kurt Vonnegut

#2. What I allow into my head finds its way to my heart, which is a porthole to my soul. Therefore, I might be wise to consider the state of my soul, and then walk this process backwards.

Craig D. Lounsbrough

#3. After all this window is whatever I want it to be, up to a point, that's right, don't compromise yourself. What strikes me to begin with is how much rounder it is than it was, so that it looks like a bull's-eye, or a porthole. No matter, provided there is something on the other side.

Samuel Beckett

#4. I wasn't dating anyone. I was fornicating with Batman.

Janet Evanovich

#5. Put a bridle on thy tongue; set a guard before thy lips, lest the words of thine own mouth destroy thy peace ... on much speaking cometh repentance, but in silence is safety.

William Drummond

#6. I never knew a sorrow that an hour of reading could not assuage, a great man had once said. Let's put it to the test.

Anna Gavalda

#7. The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small.

Charles A. Beard

#8. The rights of the individual should be the primary object of all governments.

Mercy Otis Warren

#9. No one has ever known me as clearly as you. No one has ever shown me that love allows everything. Not pretty or safe or easy but something I never knew. Love within reason, that isn't love and I learned that from you.

Stephen Sondheim

#10. In my book, water was only good for one thing ... when I remember what that is, I'll let you know.

R.K. Lewis

#11. In the beginning, New York and I had kind of a love-hate relationship. It seemed so abrasive compared to Europe. But the transformation here in recent years is really something. I don't think I would have seen as much change if I'd lived in any other city in the world.

Shalom Harlow

#12. For a few heady weeks of the year the steppe in a binge throws out a wilderness of flowers that tangle your hooves and confuse your horse.

Bryn Hammond

#13. You don't get it? He poisonded me! He poisonded me, and you're next. I'm going to die. We're all going to die.
-Seth

Brandon Mull