Acquiescent Pronunciation Quotes & Sayings

Well, it's not so much a trembling,' was the answer - 'though they do quiver - as a complete derangement of the nervous system. They can't sign their names to the book; sometimes can't even hold the pen; look about 'em without appearing to know why, or where they are; and sometimes get up and sit down again, twenty times in a minute. This is when they're in the office, where they are taken with the hood on, as they were brought in. When they get outside the gate, they stop, and look first one way and then the other; not knowing which to take. Sometimes they stagger as if they were drunk, and sometimes are forced to lean against the fence, they're so bad: - but they clear off in course of time. — Charles Dickens

I know how to take a man out of his miseries. Give him a swift kick, or else get him drunk and find him a pr- ... — Robert Jordan

Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon. — Lilith Saintcrow

Our culture is more shaped by the arts and humanities than it often is by politics. — Jim Leach

Well, we know the plan now," Jenna said. "Any counter plans?"
"Stop the Casnoffs from raising a demon army, save everybody, and get the heck off this island. Then maybe we'll have a party or something. You know, to celebrate how awesome we are."
"Sounds solid enough," Archer said, bumping my shoulder with his. "Any idea how exactly we're supposed to do any of that?"
The greenish lights in the ballroom winked out, and I sighed. "None. — Rachel Hawkins

The criminal left belongs not in a dormitory, but in a penitentiary. — Spiro T. Agnew

The unsuccessful bully can always become the father of a family. — Rebecca West

Death hangs over thee. While thou livest, while it is in thy power, be good. — Marcus Aurelius

Remember, Lily, the opposite of love is nothingness - indifference. Hate and love are two sides of the same magic stone. What to worry about in this life is lack of feeling. Feeling nothing. — Heidi R. Kling

Men like my father cannot die. They are with me still, real in memory as they were in flesh, loving and beloved forever. How green was my valley then. — Irving Pichel