“Some springs are acid, as at Lyncestus and in Italy in the Velian country, at Teano in Campania, and in many other places. These when used in drinks have the power of breaking up stones in the bladder, which form in the human body.” HumansCountryBodyFormUsedDrinkSpringStonesHuman BodyAcidBladder Author:Marcus Vitruvius Pollio
“When anyone hurts us, my wife and I sit in our Japanese sand garden and drink iced tea. There are five stone in the garden - for sky, wind, fire, water, and earth. We sit and think of five of the nicest things we can about the person who hurt us. If he hurts us a second time, we do the same thing. The third time, we light a candle, and he is, for us, dead.” IfsThinkingPersonsLightEarthWaterHurtFireFiveWifeSkyWindDrinkGardenStonesThirdsMy WifeTeaSandCandleThird TimeIced Tea Author:Red Skelton
“We study health, and we deliberate upon our meats and drink and air and exercises, and we hew and we polish every stone that goes to that building; and so our health is a long and regular work. But in a minute a cannon batters all, overthrows all, demolishes all; a sickness unprevented for all our diligence, unsuspected for all our curiosity, nay, undeserved, if we consider only disorder, summons us, seizes us, possesses us, destroys us in an instant.” IfsLongStudyAirMinutesBuildingExerciseDrinkStonesCuriosityMeatInstantSicknessDisorderDeliberatePolishDiligenceCannonsDemolish Book:The Works of John Donne: Sermons. Devotions upon emergent occasions Source: The Works of John Donne: Sermons. Devotions upon emergent occasions
“If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.” IfsHappensActionNextWomenKnowledgeMorningLaughingDrinkBedConsequenceStonesDareDoomedRuinedForesight Author:Margaret Atwood
“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stonewritten. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.” NeedsBelieveWellsWarStatesBigsReligionChurchMy OwnAnswersAcceptingLaughingOur LivesWrittenAtheismTeachingConditionsDrinkDiscoveryStonesAtheistEducationalCommandBeerBelieve In GodFormulasOddsEducational SystemBig QuestionsUnlearnDaily Atheist Author:Charles Bukowski
“I'm an outlaw, not a philosopher, but I know this much: there's meaning in everything, all things are connected, and a good champagne is a drink.' Bernard began to sing again. Timidly, Leigh-Cheri joined in. Between verses, they opened another bottle. The popping of its cork echoed throughout the great stone chamber. Of the three billion people on earth, only Bernard and Leigh-Cheri heard the popping of the cork and its echoes. Only Bernard and Leigh-Cheri passed out under the tablecloth.” PeopleKnowsEarthThreeHeardDrinkAll ThingsStonesPhilosopherConnectedBillionsBottlesVersesEchoesChamberChampagneOutlawPoppingCork Author:Tom Robbins
“At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?” LongBodyHandsBeautifulNightFallWaterFireHappenedColdDrinkTasteLong TimeRainStonesBonesWakingBeautiful ThingsWhisperingPondsDeep InsideDip Book:New and Selected Poems, Volume One Source: New and Selected Poems, Volume One
“His touch both consoles and devastates me; I feel my heart pulse, then wither, naked as a stone on the roaring mattress while the lovely, moony night slides through the window to dapple the flanks of this innocent who makes cages to keep the sweet birds in. Eat me, drink me; thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden, I go back and back to him to have his fingers strip the tattered skin away and clothe me in his dress of water, this garment that drenches me, its slithering odour, its capacity for drowning.” FeelsHeartNightWaterSweetMy HeartDrinkBirdCapacityStonesWindowSkinsDressesFingersLovelyInnocentNakedCagesDrowningSlidesPulseGarmentsConsoleThirstyRoaringMattressesGoblin Author:Angela Carter