Schrager Studio Quotes

#1. He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.

Holly Black

#2. Like the air-invested heron, great persons should conduct themselves; and the higher they be, the less they should show.

Philip Sidney

#3. Digo, paciencia y barajar. What I say is, patience, and shuffle the cards.

Miguel De Cervantes

#4. In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.

William Blake

#5. He is mighty in the near world, but curses his might as purchased with his harmony of soul, his innocence, his inner peace in life's embrace.

Peter Wessel Zapffe

#6. It was December, I had never felt so cold, the eel soup lay heavy on my stomach, I was afraid I'd die, I turned aside to vomit, I envied them.

Samuel Beckett

#7. Farewell unhappy, hopeless, blasphemous Rome! The Wrath of God has come upon you, as you deserve. We cared for Babylon, and she is not healed; let us then leave her, that she may become the habitation of dragons, spectres, and witches.

Martin Luther

#8. State are not made, nor patched; they grow;
Grow slow through centuries of pain,
And grow correctly in the main;
But only grow by certain laws,
Of certain bits in certain jaws.

John Masefield

#9. The thing that we possess, that machines don't, is the ability to exhibit wisdom.

Herbie Hancock

#10. Choosing to work in HR is like choosing to work in the complaint department of hell, except way more frustrating, because at least in hell you'd be able to agree that that Satan is a real dick-wagon without having to toe the company line.

Jenny Lawson

#11. Just as solidarity had an underside of repression, so liberalization had an underside of chaos;

Yuval Levin

#12. She saw Luke, standing atop a pile of bones. Jace with white feathered wings sprouting out of his back, Isabelle sitting naked with her whip curled around her like a net of gold rings, Simon with crosses burned into the palms of his hands. Angels, falling and burning. Falling out of the sky.

Cassandra Clare