Babling Quotes & Sayings

It is the lies he's telling her - as he has been, Nassun understands suddenly, her whole life - that really break her heart. He's said that he loves her, after all, but that obviously isn't true. He cannot love an orogene, and that is what she is. He cannot be an orogene's father, and that is why he constantly demands she be something other than what she is. — N.K. Jemisin

Ratings agencies are the glue that ostensibly holds the entire financial industry together. — Matt Taibbi

Experience, they say, is the best teacher, but we get the grade first and the lesson later. — Ann Landers

And Sandy Martindale ... dated Elvis before the rhinestone jumpsuits and the drugs, when he was sharp and cool and jagged, like porcelain that has been hurled against a wall ... — Rick Bragg

The most valiant thing you can do as an artist is inspire someone else to be creative. — Joseph Gordon-Levitt

They said there was no rest for the wicked. In fact, there was rest neither for the virtuous nor the wicked, nor for guys like Billy, who were uncommitted regarding the whole idea of virtue versus wickedness and who were just trying to do their jobs. — Dean Koontz

Nine times out of ten, I'm trying to meet someone else's expectations, whether it's the director or the writer or the animator, when I go back in to re-record a line. I'm the icing on the cake, but the cake is the thing. I'm really just a hood ornament on a very solid vehicle. — Adrian Pasdar

The new American, like the new European, was the servant of the powerhouse, as the European of the twelfth century was the servant of the Church. — Henry Adams

Whoever birthed you would slay herself on the spot if she knew you had her blood!" Tedros spat. "I'm proud to be my mother's son. — Soman Chainani

When the Sun sets, shadows, that shew'd at Noon But small, appear most long and terrible; So, when we think Fate hovers o'er our Heads, Our apprehensions shoot beyond all bounds, Owls, Ravens, Crickets seem the watch of death, Nature's worst Vermine scare her God-like Sons. Ecchoes the very leavings of a Voice, Grow babling Ghosts, and call us to our Graves: Each Mole-hill thought swells to a huge Olympus, While we fantastick Dreamers heave and puff, And sweat with an Imagination's weight ... — John Dryden