Ascalon Arms Quotes & Sayings

Nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could, for all those born beneath an angry star, lest we forget how fragile we are. — Sting

A companion loves some agreeable qualities which a man may possess, but a friend loves the man himself. — James Boswell

Every giver deserves a thank you for a big and small gift because giving is much more beyond friendship and relationship. — Euginia Herlihy

How absurd these words are, such as beast and beast of prey. One should not speak of animals in that way. They may be terrible sometimes, but they're much more right than men ... They're never in any embarrassment. They always know what to do and how to behave themselves. They don't flatter and they don't intrude. They don't pretend. They are as they are, like stones or flowers or stars in the sky. — Hermann Hesse

Dew depends not on Parliament. — James Otis

What is the strongest cure?
Victory. — Friedrich Nietzsche

You were fine," she said, a smile quirking up at the corner of her mouth. "I was fantastic. — Jennifer Iacopelli

I never had the blues; the blues always had me. — Brownie McGhee

I have a whole guard room full of brawny veterans who'd enjoy a chance to drag two Eddisians out of here, particularly if you kicked a lot and they could kick you back. — Megan Whalen Turner

Don't you ever do that to me."
"You know you'll never make as much of a fool of yourself as Horatio Augustus. So I won't have to. — Elizabeth Wein

I've definitely had the experience where I was pursuing someone for a long time that I just obviously did not connect with, so I was always, kind of altering myself for her, But then you realize it's just not worth it. What's the point? — Logan Lerman

She caught him in his schoolboy mode, polite and dutiful, mailing letters to his grandparents and step-siblings, notes full of nothing written in perfect script. Yet he feels like she caught him so unaware and alone that she saw the other side, the wolf crawling through wreckage, through broken walls, cracked Venetian mirrors, dust, blood, a turned-over rocking horse - the child who doesn't know it's own name. — Jardine Libaire