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“No wonder kids grow up crazy. A cat's cradle is nothing but a bunch of X's between somebody's hands, and little kids look and look and look at all those X's . . ." "And?" "No damn cat, and no damn cradle.”
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.“The Earth is the cradle of humanity, but mankind cannot stay in the cradle forever.”
Konstantin Tsiolkovsky“Earth is the cradle of humanity, but one cannot live in a cradle forever.”
Konstantin Tsiolkovsky“Even the memory of cradling her in my arms is pure euphoria. And all that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria.”
Roman Payne“Women are the cradles of life. What sort of man tries to break a cradle (Marc)”
Diana Palmer, A Man Of Means“From the cradle to the grave, joy and pain is the fertilizer for wisdom.”
T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph Over Death and Conscious Encounters with "The Divine Presence"“Cradle of SolitudeFor we know not why our tribulationsare given as suchour fragile formscreated from the dust...”
Muse, Enigmatic Evolution“Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.”
Janet Fitch, White Oleander“Heresy is the eternal dawn, the morning star, the glittering herald of the day. Heresy is the last and best thought. It is the perpetual New World, the unknown sea, toward which the brave all sail. It is the eternal horizon of progress.Heresy extends the hospitalities of the brain to a new thought.Heresy is a cradle; orthodoxy, a coffin.”
Robert G. Ingersoll, Heretics and Heresies: From 'The Gods and Other Lectures'“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for.”
Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory