Giaour Quotes & Sayings

How fares it with the happy dead? — Alfred Lord Tennyson

More men are guilty of treason through weakness than any studied design to betray. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

I can't. I w-want y-you, my own fucking twin! — Sage Whistler

Going into that race I was going for the world record, just quietly, but I wasn't feeling at my best all week so it was hard to determine what would happen. I could not believe it, I went into shock, I'm still in shock. — Leisel Jones

But, alas, he never really belonged in either place, the sad fate, I am afraid, of those whose hearts break and then mend in crooked ways. — Kate DiCamillo

After a certain quantity, photos apparently taken by chance, postcards chosen according to a passing mood, begin to trace an itinerary, to map the imaginary country that stretches out before us. — Chris Marker

I am not ready to think of him as either insane or evil, to consider in full how I could love and have a child with such a person. I am not ready to think about anything, except ways in which this may still be averted. — Suzanne Finnamore

He laughed in exultation as he came upon the house, the rush of his full power better than any human drug, the joy of its unfettered release expanding his heart with every beat, gorging his lungs with every breath. — D.B. Reynolds

Everything she had read in the diaries described a creature whose mind was so broken , so incapable of love in the way she understood those concepts, that any attempt to predict its behavior was an exercise in insanity. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Survival is a growth strategy. — Ian Hogarth

Power is love implementing the demands of justice. Justice is love correcting everything that goes against love. — Martin Luther King Jr.

Pre-Raphaelites they called themselves; not that they imitated the early Italian masters at all, but that in their work, as opposed to the facile abstractions of Raphael, they found a stronger realism of imagination, a more careful realism of technique, a vision at once more fervent and more vivid, an individuality more intimate and more intense. For it is not enough that a work of art should conform to the aesthetic demands of its age: there must be also about it, if it is to affect us with any permanent delight, the impress of a distinct individuality, an individuality remote from that of ordinary men, and coming near to us only by virtue of a certain newness and wonder in the work, and through channels whose very strangeness makes us more ready to give them welcome. — Oscar Wilde