Gamebooks Online Quotes & Sayings

The happiest pillow on which you may rest your head is the knowledge of God's will. I cannot imagine a more miserable situation than consciously to be out of God's will. — R.T. Kendall

You half fancied that to go in as it was rising and dipping at the same time. — Ron Atkinson

are dangerous. Wills are dangerous. You are heavily armed with both." Tavi — Jim Butcher

Don Cheadle is up there for me. I've met him; he's a cool little dude. I admire his work. — Dule Hill

The coop is guarded from the inside. — Aravind Adiga

We must be willing to fail and to appreciate the truth that often Life is not a problem to be solved, but a mystery to be lived. — M. Scott Peck

George, you must realize that the world is a joke. There is no justice, everything is random. Only when you realize this will you understand how silly it is to take yourself seriously. There is no grand purpose in the universe. It just is. There's no particular meaning in what decision you make today about how to act. — Viktor E. Frankl

You have to work with the paint and work with whatever the day brings you. If it's a wee bit dreary out, you paint it. But paint it so it makes you glad to be inside near a cozy fire. — Kieran Kramer

Deficient observation is merely a form of ignorance and responsible for the many morbid notions and foolish ideas prevailing. — Nikola Tesla

L'adolescence est le seul temps o u' l'on ait appris quelque chose. Adolescence is the only time when we can learn something. — Marcel Proust

Anesthetized time; nothing moves and everything is at once. — Ken Kesey

Faith does not grow in the house of certainty. — William Paul Young

I am one year older than Nigeria at 51. In a human life, 51 might be old. But it is very young for a nation. By that, I mean a Nigeria conscious of itself as a nation. — Ben Okri

I had taken out of my pocket the photographs of us all which I had wanted to show Freddie, and among them the photo of Gay Orlov as a little girl. I had not noticed until then that she was crying. One could tell by the wrinkling of her brows. For a moment, my thoughts transported me far from this lagoon, to the other end of the world, to a seaside resort in Southern Russia where the photo had been taken, long ago. A little girl is returning from the beach, at dusk, with her mother. She is crying for no reason at all, because she would have liked to continue playing. She moves off into the distance. She has already turned the corner of the street, and do not our lives dissolve into the evening as quickly as this grief of childhood? — Patrick Modiano