#mary

A primary function of art and thought is to liberate the individual from the tyranny of his culture in the environmental sense and to permit him to stand beyond it in an autonomy of perception and judgment. ↗

— Beverly Sills

#autonomy #beyond #culture #environmental #function

Oh the Christian church has encouraged enormous immaturity among the peoples who are its primary adherence. ↗

— John Shelby Spong

#among #christian #christian church #church #encouraged

The constitutions of Maryland and New York are founded in higher wisdom. ↗

— Ezra Stiles

#founded #higher #maryland #new #new york

When people ask me if Dean Martin drank, let me put it this way. If Dracula bit Dean in the neck, he'd get a Bloody Mary. ↗

— Red Buttons

#bit #bloody #dean #dean martin #dracula

Mary Gauthier's great. Yeah, we've played a lot of gigs together. She's really wonderful. ↗

— Guy Clark

#great #lot #mary #played #really

Then my mother was taken ill and died and my father took me to St. Mary's. ↗

— Desmond Dekker

#father #ill #mary #me #mother

It's the oddest match: Mary J. Blige and Julianne Hough! But we became so close. ↗

— Julianne Hough

#blige #close #mary #mary j #match

Now, a recent study from cardiologists at the University of Maryland, has shown that laughter may have a beneficial effect on the heart. ↗

— Allen Klein

#effect #heart #laughter #maryland #may

The depth and strength of a human character are defined by its moral reserves. People reveal themselves completely only when they are thrown out of the customary conditions of their life, for only then do they have to fall back on their reserves. ↗

— Leon Trotsky

#character #completely #conditions #customary #defined

Had Mary Shelley fretted so? Maybe yes, maybe no. She’d begun her classic work on a dare. Had culled a dream to bring it into being. But it was not lost on Laura that the story might be a prolonged exercise in Shelley’s personal terrors. The subtitle of the work was 'Prometheus Unbound,' and Laura wondered if Shelley herself was not Prometheus in the form of the wandering monster, who desperately sought love and acceptance but was ultimately driven to face an icy landscape that seemed almost fantastical—the way our own subconscious could be, white and frozen-slippery. ↗

— L.L. Barkat

#mary-shelley #writers #writing #dreams