Famous Rebel Alliance Quotes & Sayings

Let me set my mournful ditty To a merry measure; Thou wilt never come for pity, Thou wilt come for pleasure; Pity then will cut away Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay. — Percy Bysshe Shelley

Pictures couldn't tell the whole story anyway. That was the other thing about them - they were always a carefully edited glimpse, a story out of context. — Sarah Ockler

You can speak loudly with deep silence — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

We have bred multiple generations of people who have not experienced knowing where you are the moment a news story broke, with that news story being great and grand and something that elevates society instead of diminishes it. — Neil DeGrasse Tyson

Rich and various gems inlay The unadorned bosom of the deep. — John Milton

We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing the "Es muss sein!" to our own great love. — Milan Kundera

If you read no other work of what's known as "cyberpunk" (which looks at the ever-thinner line between humans and machines), at least read the novel that began it all: William Gibson's Neuromancer, which won every major science fiction award (the Nebula, the Hugo, and the Philip K. Dick award) in 1984, the year it was published. Gibson introduced words (including "cyberpunk" itself), themes, and a dystopic vision of the future that have been liberally reworked in the writings of many other authors. — Nancy Pearl

Take up the Bible, compare the religion of the Latter-day Saints with it, and see if it will stand the test — Brigham Young

And this mess is so big
And so deep and so tall,
We cannot pick it up.
There is no way at all! — Dr. Seuss

There is a kind of coldness that allows interrogators to put cloth over the mouths of men and pour water into their lungs, and lets them believe this is not torture. What you do to your heart. You stand apart from yourself, as if your souls could be a migrant beast too, standing some way away from the horror, and looking fixedly at the sky. — Helen Macdonald