Auranso Quotes & Sayings

I'm a historian by training and by conviction. And so the thing that has throughout informed my thinking about international relations is history. I think, for example, the reason that I was perhaps able to see sooner than some others that the Soviet Empire in Eastern Europe was decaying
if not disintegrating
was that I came to it through history and through Germany, rather than through Sovietology and through Moscow. And therefore the starting point was that no empire in history has lasted forever, and this one won't either. — Timothy Garton Ash

If the Milky Way were not within me how should I have seen it or known it? — Kahlil Gibran

True friendship and Pure love outweigh money, fame or power in importance and is eternal currency for those who know its value... — HaaJar Johnson

The trouble with progress is that it tends to happen slowly and quietly. It's not necessarily going to shout about itself, or make the nightly news like a disaster or a scandal would. — Aaron Koblin

People in France have a phrase: "Spirit of the Stairway." In French: esprit d'Escalier. It means that moment when you find the answer but it's too late. So you're at a party and someone insults you. You have to say something. So, under pressure, with everybody watching, you say something lame. But the moment you leave the party ...
As you start down the stairway, then - magic. You come up with the perfect thing you should've said. The perfect crippling put down. That's the Spirit of the Stairway. — Chuck Palahniuk

Our task is not to protest the world into a certain moral conformity, but to attract the world to the saving beauty of Christ. — Brian Zahnd

Now I must wait and be still and say nothing I don't know, nothing I haven't lived over and over, and that's everything. — Philip Levine

You'd better be upstairs already, Maxim. You'd better be out of sight, asleep, behind a closed door. I can't fight myself anymore tonight. I — Melanie Harlow

I turned to Ren, dropping my head low to honor the fallen alpha. The circled wolves did the same. I lifted my muzzle first, my howl singing out the pain of Ren's death, mourning him. One by one my packmates joined the song. Our howls filled the library, spilling into the winter night. The death song grew as the wolves still outside raised their voices to honor the lost young warrior. The chorus of wolf cries, full of heartache, swelled in the night, carrying Ren's memory to the very stars. — Andrea Cremer

Art is one step from the visibly known toward the unknown. MS-71 — Kahlil Gibran

You should know, Max and I are fighting and I won't be speaking to him throughout dinner. I hope that won't ruin anyone's night. — Kristen Ashley