Consommateurs Secondaires Quotes & Sayings

Life was cheap in the Middle Ages. It has become cheaper since. It is only in specific battles for specific lives that our culture is put to the test, and with it our humanity. — Peter Ustinov

have begun to despair that even love is like this. That it is all and only the transaction of agreement. 'I will love you if you please me.' 'I will love you if you desire no other.' 'I will love you if . . .' and so on and so on." I said it, because it was true. — Tosca Lee

And it is not until the door is jammed that we begin to value the room. — Chirag Tulsiani

I'm a big fan of monsters. Number one, they're fun, and two, they're such great ways to access the subconscious fears and beliefs of any group of people. — Victor LaValle

Something tells me organizing a protest against your husband's client has got to be even worse than selling his Tiffany clocks. — Sophie Kinsella

Nuclear war is such an emotional subject that many people see the weapons themselves as the common enemy of humanity. — Herman Kahn

Don't just try to "make it" through the day. Celebrate the day. Say, "This is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it" (see Psalm 118:24). Don't dread the day; attack the day. Know what you want to accomplish today and go for it. — Joyce Meyer

Call him!" echoed Barnaby, sitting upright upon the floor, and staring vacantly at Gabriel, as he thrust his hair back from his face. "But who can make him come! He calls me, and makes me go where he will. He goes on before, and I follow. He's the master, and I'm the man. Is that the truth, Grip?" The raven gave a short, comfortable, confidential kind of croak; - a most expressive croak, which seemed to say, "You needn't let these fellows into our secrets. We understand each other. It's all right." "I make him come!" cried Barnaby, pointing to the bird. "Him, who never goes to sleep, or so much as winks! - Why, any time of night, you may see his eyes in my dark room, shining like two sparks. And every night, and all night too, he's broad awake, talking to himself, thinking what he shall do to-morrow, where we shall go, and what he shall steal, and hide, and bury. I make him come! Ha, ha, ha! — Charles Dickens