40k Heretic Quotes & Sayings

While everybody is trying to be different, everybody becomes, obviously, the same, so it's finding what makes you special and then kind of sharing it with the world; it's what makes you a superstar. — Ryan Guzman

Everything is darkest," Xaphen mused, "before the dawn."

"That, my brother, is an axiom that sounds immensely profound until you realize it's a lie. — Aaron Dembski-Bowden

The reason of the unreasonableness which against my reason is wrought, doth so weaken my reason, as with all reason I do justly complain on your beauty. — Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra

I live three blocks away from the beach, so every day I walk down to the beach to run or go swimming. Hiking is a big one for me - so long as it's something where I'm not thinking about working out, like in a contrived class or the gym. — Dylan Penn

All is love ... All is love. With love comes understanding. With understanding comes patience. And then time stops. And everything is now. — Brian L. Weiss

Don't you want it?"
"Want what?"
"The engagement ring."
"Oh, is that what's in the box? You threw my engagement ring at me?" Boy, this was such a big transgression I would have to write it in block letters on its own page, and show it to our children when they grew up as an example of how not to do something. — Linda Howard

You're not a baby boomer if you don't have a visceral recollection of a Kennedy and a King assassination, a Beatles breakup, a U.S. defeat in Vietnam, and a Watergate. — P. J. O'Rourke

My wife has to be the worst cook. I don't believe meatloaf should glow in the dark — Rodney Dangerfield

It was strange how your brain could know what your heart refused to accept. — J.K. Rowling

Over emphatic negatives always suggest that what is being denied may be what is really being asserted. — Jonathan Raban

Mothers are the place that we call home. On them we rest our heads and close our eyes. There's no one else who grants the same soft peace, happiness, contentment, sweet release, erasing righttime tears with lullabies, restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom. — Nick Gordon

They were dressed in black, silent, and dry-eyed, as befits the norms of sadness in a country accustomed to the dignity of grief — Isabel Allende

From this close, she could see the color of his eyes perfectly. They were a misty, shifting blue marbled with gray, like smoke rising through an early morning sky. — Maureen Johnson