Genealogical Forum Quotes & Sayings

Well let the gentlemen of the bourgeoisie remember Berlin any way they please. As Comrade Khruschev promised us, we will bury them. — William T. Vollmann

The best historical stories capture the modern imagination because they are, in many senses, still current - part of a continuum. — Sara Sheridan

A wise player ought to accept his throws and score them, not bewail his luck. — Sophocles

She was the kind of woman you might overlook in a dark, crowded bar, but the first one you'd notice when the lights came up. In other words, she was exactly my type. — Tracey Garvis-Graves

The universe seems bankrupt as soon as we begin to discuss the characters of individuals. — Henry David Thoreau

A lot of newspaper columns used to be written in a rat-a-tat-tat, fast-paced style - and they tended to be funny. They were a little relief from the grimmer, grayer parts of the newspaper, and one of the best people at doing this was Will Rogers. — P. J. O'Rourke

Tithe in kind where your spirit is fed. — Oprah Winfrey

She is in full delirium. But delirium is the antithesis of death; it is the body's
struggle to survive. ("Jane Brown's Body") — Cornell Woolrich

Just because one of you earns the paycheck doesn't mean that person should lord over how the money is handled. — Suze Orman

If you don't have a way to speak to ordinary Americans, you're not in the game. — Gar Alperovitz

In fact, if more people had group sex the world would be a better place. Maybe there'd be less war and stuff. Okay, I knew I was high when that thought popped into my head. — Marshall Thornton

Newspapermen ask dumb questions. They look up at the sun and ask if it is shining. — Sonny Liston

He was a baby once, she thought. New and perfect, cradled in his mother's arms. The mysterious Sylvie. Now he was a feathery husk, ready to blow away. His eyes were half open, milky, like an old dog, and his mouth had grown beaky with the extremity of age, opening and closing, a fish out of water. Bertie could feel a continual tremor running through him, an electrical current, the faint buzz of life. Or death, perhaps. Energy was gathering around him, the air was static with it. — Kate Atkinson

Bolor-Erdene urged Dinah to address her as Bo. She was obviously of Far Eastern stock, and yet there was something in her eyes and cheekbones that did not look precisely Chinese. Dinah's preliminary googling had already told her that Bo was Mongolian. Yuri — Neal Stephenson