Claude Kuroshitsuji Quotes & Sayings

Some write a narrative of wars and feats, Of heroes little known, and call the rant A history. — William Cowper

We live in an era when established values are no longer valid, when prodigious discoveries are being made every year, when catastrophes of unbelievable proportions occur weekly. In ancient Greek the word "chaos" means "gaping void" or "yawning emptiness." The most effective response to the chaos in our lives is the creation of new forms of literature, music, poetry, art and cinema. — Werner Herzog

Looking at your life as a debt may seem the dreariest view of things at a distance; but it cannot really be so. What makes life dreary is the want of motive; but once beginning to act with the penitential, loving purpose you have in your mind, there will be unexpected satisfactions
there will be newly-opening needs
continually coming to carry you on from day to day. You will find your life growing like a plant. — George Eliot

Idealistic? Ruddy stupid, if you'll pardon the language, miss,: Mr Roberts said. "All this talk about power for the people and down with the ruling classes and everyone should govern themselves. It can never happen, I told him. The ruling classes are born to rule. They know how to do it. You take a person like you or me and you put us up there to run a country and we'd make a ruddy mess of it. — Rhys Bowen

I was caught before I even knew I was being hunted, — Portia Moore

Tell me something wonderful- a story that's startling and marvelous. — Julie Eshbaugh

You must believe you have limitless potential in order to manifest your genius fully. Tell yourself every day, "I am a genius," and believe it. — Ilchi Lee

Out of every tragedy, " he said, "comes new strength. — Rick Riordan

There really are three types of 'religious' movies: the ones that make fun of it, the ones that vilify it and the ones that literally preach to the converted. — Vera Farmiga

What always leads me in terms of my movies are characters. — Tony Scott

Vader completed his meditation and opened his eyes. His pale, flame-savaged face stared back at him from out of the reflective black transparisteel of his pressurized meditation chamber. Without the neural connection to his armor, he was conscious of the stumps of his legs, the ruin of his arms, the perpetual pain in his flesh. He welcomed it. Pain fed his hate, and hate fed his strength. Once, as a Jedi, he had meditated to find peace. Now he meditated to sharpen the edges of his anger. — Paul S. Kemp