Comber Quotes & Sayings

By virtually any measure, the record of the Republican Majority is an appalling failure. — Sheila Jackson Lee

We cannot tire or give up. We owe it to the present and future generations of all species to rise up and walk! — Wangari Maathai

Two people in a conversation amount to four people talking. The four are what one person says, what he really wanted to say, what his listener heard, and what he thought he heard. — William Jennings Bryan

Repentance is the turning of the soul from the way of midnight to the point of the coming sun. — Henry Ward Beecher

I never want to fall in love again,
Loneliness is vastly under rated.
On and off causes so much pain,
Vanity is why I still waited.
Every time I try to get close,
You close yet another door.
Our story is a ridiculous prose,
Understand I won't take anymore. — Ritoban Chakrabarti

Another comber of far pleasure followed the first, for his books came suddenly before his eyes, row upon row of volumes, row upon priceless row of calf-bound Thought, of philosophy and fiction, of travel and fantasy; the stern and the ornate, the moods of gold or green, of sepia, rose, or black; the picaresque, the arabesque, the scientific - the essays, the poetry and the drama.
All this, he felt, he would now re-enter. He could inhabit the world of words, with, at the back of his melancholy, a solace he had not known before. — Mervyn Peake

Asking the right questions is as important as answering them — Benoit Mandelbrot

How do I know you'll stay? How do I know, if I let myself love you, that one day there wouldn't be someone else, something else, and you'd just walk away? I can handle being alone now, I know how. But I can't
I won't be left again. — Nora Roberts

The Blessed Sacrament is the first and supreme object of our worship. We must preserve in the depths of our hearts a constant and uninterrupted profound adoration of this precious pledge of Divine Love. — Mary Euphrasia Pelletier

Dazzlement and enchantment are Bester's methods. His stories never stand still a moment; they're forever tilting into motion, veering, doubling back, firing off rockets to distract you. The repetition of the key phrase in "Fondly Fahrenheit," the endless reappearances of Mr. Aquila in "The Star-comber" are offered mockingly: try to grab at them for stability, and you find they mean something new each time. Bester's science is all wrong, his characters are not characters but funny hats; but you never notice: he fires off a smoke-bomb, climbs a ladder, leaps from a trapeze, plays three bars of "God Save the King," swallows a sword and dives into three inches of water. Good heavens, what more do you want? — Alfred Bester