Crobus Quotes & Sayings

God bless the book people for their boundless knowledge absorbed from having words instead of friends. — Mackenzi Lee

What lies beneath this envelope of flesh and blood, hmm? Is it something special? Perhaps, when I peel it open, I will be able to see. Perhaps your screams will tell me everything I need to know. — Julie Kagawa

There is no credit to being a comedian, when you have the whole Government working for you. All you have to do is report the facts. I dont even have to exaggerate. — Will Rogers

If I had more time I would write a shorter letter. — Blaise Pascal

I believe the only way we'll be able to solve infant mortality - and other huge social problems - is by designing solutions for those with the greatest intent to carry it out. — Jane Chen

I believe in God, I just give him more credit than being a single parent and an author. — Bill Maher

The isolated individual is not a real person. A real person is one who lives in and for others. And the more personal relationships we form with others, the more we truly realize ourselves as persons. It has even been said that there can be no true person unless there are two, entering into communication with one another. — Kallistos Ware

I really love to ride my motorcycle. When I want to just get away and be by myself and clear my head, that's what I do. — Kyle Chandler

He is a hard man who is only just, and a sad one who is only wise. — Voltaire

I totally believe in romance and love and all that. — Rashida Jones

honor begins in the heart and works its way out until it is expressed through our actions. — Lisa Bevere

If you can't do something willingly and joyfully, then don't do it. — Peter O'Toole

Rational argument can be defeated by refusing to argue rationally. — Steven Weinberg

He came forward, holding his belt by one hand. The holes in it marked the progress of his emaciation and the leather at one side had a lacquered look to it where he was used to stropping the blade of his knife. He stepped down into the roadcut and he looked at the gun and he looked at the boy. Eyes collared in cups of grime and deeply sunk. Like an animal inside a skull looking out the eyeholes. He wore a beard that had been cut square across the bottom with shears and he had a tattoo of a bird on his neck done by someone with an illformed notion of their appearance. He was lean, wiry, rachitic. Dressed in a pair of filthy blue coveralls and a black billcap with the logo of some vanished enterprise embroidered across the front of it. — Cormac McCarthy