Bondon Monster Quotes & Sayings

She twisted her body to the curtained windows, listening to the night. "Where are you, poor dead thing? Are you right outside?" The voice of the sea drifted on a low wind, like the noise a wolf might make in its sleep. — Robert Dunbar

It would seem big, scary, badass, looking-like-a raving-lunatic Ryker needed his BFF. — Kristen Ashley

Software work is the most complex that humanity has ever undertaken. — Fred Brooks

Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to flout the gods? Bring godhead where a man may reach out and take it? growls Enlil, and lightning splits a clear blue sky. — Janet Morris

The Radiohead record, The Bends is my all-time favorite record on the planet. — Tommy Lee

My jobs often end up being our family vacations, and so far it has been great. — Christopher Gorham

I had become an inward being, and I walked as in an inward world; everything outside me became a dream; what I had understood till now became unintelligible. — Robert Walser

So I try to re-invent my own eye every time I tackle a new subject. But it's hard, because everybody has style. You can't help it. — Steven Spielberg

Don't even tell me to stop," I tell her darkly. "You had your chance. Now it's gone. — Sawyer Bennett

There is always some cheap pleasant thing to tempt you. — Abhijit V. Banerjee

We could scrub the floor for a tired friend, or dress a wound for a patient in a hospital, or lay the table and wash up for the family; but we shall not do it in martyr spirit or with that worse spirit of self-congratulation, of feeling that we are making ourselves more perfect, more unselfish, more positively kind.

We shall do it just for one thing, that our hands make Christ's hands in our life, that our service may let Christ serve through us, that our patience may bring Christ's patience back to the world. — Caryll Houselander

I am nothing like my father. While he prays for war, I pray for peace.
And now we go our separate ways, each believing that we are right.
My father has made his choice, and I have made mine.
I am, at last, my own man.
I can live with that. — Omar Bin Laden

We wasters of sorrows! How we stare away into sad endurance beyond them, trying to foresee their end! Whereas they are nothing else than our winter foliage, our sombre evergreen, one of the seasons of our interior year. — Rainer Maria Rilke