Comex Gold Real Time Quotes & Sayings

There. She had thanked Sebastian. She waited for a bolt of lightning to shoot out of the clouds and striker her dead. But nothing happened. — Cassandra Clare

Under the specious pretext of effecting 'the happiness of the whole community,' nearly all the wrongs and intrusions of government has been carried through. — Walt Whitman

It's a lucky circumstance when you get to usher in new work, because you are able to ask the playwright and the director (who in a new work is always in dialogue with the playwright) an unlimited amount of questions. — Gideon Glick

There is no record in history of a happy philosopher. — H.L. Mencken

Initiative is to success what a lighted match is to a candle. — Orlando Aloysius Battista

Maybe before you start flirting with boys and kissing boys and trying to date boys, you should know who you are and where you stand. — Jill Santopolo

You know there is a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you loved me and didn't realise — Kirsty Moseley

You are a man with music in his soul. You are capricious, contrary, contradictory. You delight in childish games, and delight even more in winning. For a man of such intense piety, you are surprisingly petty. You are a gentleman, a virtuoso, a scholar, and a martyr, and of those masks, I like the martyr least of all. You are austere, you are pompous, you are pretentious, you are foolish. — S. Jae-Jones

Ambition makes the same mistake concerning power that avarice makes concerning wealth. She begins by accumulating power as a means to happiness, and she finishes by continuing to accumulate it as an end. — Charles Caleb Colton

Not Afraid. I knew you were a person who ... wouldn't be forced ... Well, yes, I was afraid. I was afraid of you. Not of making a mistake. I knew it wasn't a mistake. But you were-yourself. You aren't like most people, you know. I was afraid of you because I knew you were my equal. — Ursula K. Le Guin

When the one is sacrificed, the many are also deprived! — John Barone

He shook his head, but I kept flattering him, telling him how fine his beard was, how fair his skin was (ha!), how it was obvious from his nose and forehead that he wasn't some pig herd who had converted, but a true-blue Muslim who had flown here on a magic carpet all the way from Mecca, and he grunted with satisfaction — Aravind Adiga

What can we know? What are we all? Poor silly half-brained things peering out at the infinite, with the aspirations of angels and the instinct of beasts. — Arthur Conan Doyle