"Dublin was a glorious name in our family and had pleasurable associations of violence â€¦Today I am so at home in Dublin, more than in any other city, that I feel it has always been familiar to me â€¦ it took me years to see through its soft charm to its bitter prickly kernel â€“ which I quite like too."

--

Source : "The strings are false: an unfinished autobiography".

Louis MacNeice

#Home Quotes #Years Quotes #Cities Quotes

“I used to believe that love and happiness were synonymous. I was a fool. Love intensifies all emotions. Nothing is so painful o so sweet, so thrilling or so desperate... Pleasure is, after all, a luxury. It's love thats essential. You are never so alive as when you love, never so alert, intuitive, attentive, never so smart or so compassionate.”
“The Nineties was such an incredible period. There was this real sense of community and such a uniqueness to it. There were unique personalities, unique bands, unique lyrical takes. A lot of artistic expression. It was this real renaissance that was exciting to be a part of. It's hard to not look back on that period and say, "Yeah, it was crazy. But it was crazy good."”

Source : Source: www.rollingstone.com
“If we take the Lord's hand and let ourselves be guided by him, the path we take will be right and good.”
“I have about 50 guitars around the house. I can't take more than a few steps without finding one to pick up.”
“I love the idea of couture and its emphasis on creation. There's where I made my name - in design - and there's where I'd like to stay.”
“Astonish me in the morning!”

Source : Tyrone Guthrie (2008). “A New Theatre”, p.7, U of Minnesota Press
“Of all the calamities to which humanity is subject, none is so dreadful as insanity. ... All experience shows that insanity seasonably treated is as certainly curable as a cold or a fever.”
“Early in life, when I first saw waterlilies on the ripples of a lake, I didn't think they were flowers which grew from the water, but rather flowers which were mirrored from the shore into the lake. So many flowers grow in the silent waters of our souls, and they unfold their petals over the glaze of our consciousness: they grow from within us, but we think them reflections from the external world.”

You may also like: