
The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.
– Virginia Woolf
Related Quotes:
- You learn to smile even in you liver?”Even in my lire, Ketut. Big smile in my liver. – Elizabeth Gilbert
- He saw that it was the gaps that were important, the spaces between the threads which made the pattern, and not the threads themselves. – Hilary Mantel
- While a kind man was working up the nerve to ask me on a date, I was working up the nerve to kill him with my bare hands – Amy McAuley
- Media is so influenceable, yet so influent. Whoever controls the media controls the society, and its opinion. – Philip Dunham
- You can measure the true strength of a man by how well he controls others, but you measure his true power by how well he controls himself – Amari Soul
- Whoever controls the money, controls you! – Sharon Law Tucker
- Whoever controls the money controls you. – Sharon Law Tucker
- He who controls the spice controls the universe. – Frank Herbert
- Whoever controls the media, controls the mind – Jim Morrison
- He who controls the remote, controls the world – Julie Garwood
- How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger? – Virginia Woolf
- Raging winds and clashing seasshould not keep you from victory.Stormy winds and raging seasgive birth to great destinies. – Matshona Dhliwayo
- I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away! – Walter Scott
- The history of men’s opposition to women’s emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself. – Virginia Woolf
- The common eye sees only the outside of things, and judges by that, but the seeing eye pierces through and reads the heart and the soul. – Mark Twain
- Stars are cracks of light for night than pierces the heart. (Étoiles sont fissures de lumière – De la nuit que transperce le cÅ“ur.) – Charles de Leusse
- Love doesn’t reside in the heart, anyway. Love resides in the liver along with jaundice. – Amy Gerstler
- You have filled every fibre of my soul and the spaces in between – Zahraa Arif
- Like the cotton-carder who combs tangled cotton into a long bundle of fibre, you take all my knotted fragments and comb them into light. – Kamand Kojouri
- As dye soaks fibres, drawn into them to change their colour forever, so does a memory, stinging or sweet, change the fibre of a man’s character. – Robin Hobb
- Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things – Oscar Wilde
- Negativity pierces determination like rust. Stay coated with faith and confidence. – Vikrmn
- Sounds of Time rattles the silence of Reality. An illusion pierces through similar existence and creates a conflict zone. – Amitav Chowdhury
- The arrow that pierces the deer only scratches a whale. – Matshona Dhliwayo
- The pen is truly mightier than the sword. Unless you’re holding a pen and the other guy’s holding a sword. – Dave Besseling
- I near felt bad he choose to be so evil to me. I am a forgiving woman, but my pen… oh my wicked wicked hormonal she-pen. – Coco J Ginger
- Then what are you? An electronic Hannibal Lector? You can’t eat my liver with fava beans through a modem, you know. – Dean Koontz
- There is no female mind. The brain is not an organ of sex. As well speak of a female liver. – Charlotte Perkins Gilman
- My life has been long, and believing that life loves the liver of it, I have dared to try many things, sometimes trembling, but daring, still. – Maya Angelou
- To meditate, only you must smile. Smile with face, smile with mind, and good energy will come and clean away dirty energy. Even smile in your liver. – Elizabeth Gilbert
- Don’t start an argument with somebody who has a microphone when you don’t. They’ll make you look like chopped liver. – Harlan Ellison
- There are but a few blood purifiers and these are all in the body. We know them as the liver, kidneys, lungs, colon, and a few glands. – Herbert M Shelton
- Ebola then turns the insides of its host into jelly: you begin to vomit black junk which is basically your dissolved liver and internal organs. – Andrew Cormier
- Writing is a piece of cake. Editing is a slab of liver. – Evels
- Life is like our heart, the people are the nerve’s and society is the brain – Romeo Jr Baguyo
- In every man’s heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty. – Christopher Morley
- One does not like to be told that one is naturally the inferior of a little man – Virginia Woolf
- In the flailing light they all looked sharp-edged and ethereal and divided by great distances – Virginia Woolf
- …it struck her, this was tragedy– not palls, dust, and the shroud; but children coerced, their spirits subdued. – Virginia Woolf
- Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women. – Virginia Woolf