Egocêntrico

Posts tagged quotes

Mar 1 '10
Learn all you can from the mistakes of others. You won’t have time to make them all yourself.
— Alfred Sheinwold (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)

View comments (via quote-book & kari-shma)Tags: quotes

Feb 28 '10
I want to share something with you: The three little sentences that will get you through life. Number 1: Cover for me. Number 2: Oh, good idea, Boss! Number 3: It was like that when I got here.
— Homer Simpson (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)

View comments (via quote-book & kari-shma)Tags: quotes

Feb 25 '10
Truth is stranger than fiction, because fiction has to make sense.
— Lykke Li (via quote-book)

View comments (via quote-book)Tags: quotes

Feb 18 '10
Chastity - the most unnatural of all the sexual perversions.
— Aldous Huxley (via blogut)

View comments (via blogut)Tags: quotes

Feb 18 '10
There’s no school like old school, and I’m the fucking headmaster.
— Lenny Cole (RocknRolla) (via blnkpgs)

View comments Tags: quotes

Feb 10 '10
The belief that one’s own view of reality is the only reality is the most dangerous of all delusions.
— Paul Watzlawick (via kari-shma)

View comments (via kari-shma)Tags: quotes

Feb 5 '10
Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you.
— C. G. Jung (1875-1961) (via tapwaterjackson) (via quote-book)

View comments (via quote-book & tapwaterjackson-blog-blog)Tags: quotes

Feb 4 '10
I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.
— Haruki Murakami (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)

View comments (via quote-book & kari-shma)Tags: quotes

Jan 29 '10
It was a pleasure to burn.
It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.
Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

View comments Tags: quotes