Ever since surgery began, man's destiny has been to suffer, in order that he might be cured. And no one can change that, gentlemen....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And this mighty master of the organ of language, who knew its every stop and pipe, who could awaken at will the thin silver tones ...of its slenderest reeds or the solemn cadence of its deepest thunder, who could make it sing like a flute or roar like a cataract, he was born into a country without literature.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We have become unsure of the rules and unsure of our roles. Parenting, like brain surgery, is now all-consuming, fraught with anxi...ety, worry, and self-doubt. We have allowed what used to be simple and natural to become bewildering and intimidating.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
half-way up the hill, I see the Past Lying beneath me with its sounds and sights,--... A city in the twilight dim and vast, With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights,-- And hear above me on the autumnal blast The cataract of Death far thundering from the heights.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And this disease that was Swann's love had so multiplied, it was so intimately tied to all of Swann's habits, to all his acts, to ...his thoughts, to his health, to his sleep, to his life, even to what he desired for his afterlife, his love was so much a part of him that it could not be extracted from him without destroying him entirely: as is said in surgery, his love was inoperable.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is difficult for me to imagine the same dedication to women's rights on the part of the kind of man who lives in partnership wi...th someone he likes and respects, and the kind of man who considers breast-augmentation surgery self-improvement.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story;... The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock,... The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite: a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.--LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'll tell you something, Doc. Ever since I was born, everybody looks at me and says, "You're ugly." Makes me feel mean.... I'm say...ing, Doc, maybe because I look ugly--maybe if a man looks ugly he does ugly things.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »