Gibster Quotes & Sayings

At the far end of the room, upon a moldering dais, a shabby man sat upon a battered thrown. A dingy rag bound his eyes, a tarnished crown rested upon his grey hair, and a grimy green robe edged in dirty white fur enshrouded his body. He looked like some homeless guy playing the part of a wise man in a soup kitchen Christmas pageant. — Brandon Mull

I don't care what you think unless it is about me. — Kurt Cobain

You can't understand my work if you lack the moral deficiency to kill indiscriminately. — Martyn V. Halm

No religion except ours has taught that man is born in sin; none of the philosophical sects has admitted it; none therefore has spoken the truth — Blaise Pascal

Great joy doesn't obliterate grief. Both can be encompassed at the same time. — Helen Brown

But here's the thing about having been in love that first time: I always knew, every time after, that what I was faced with was a pale imitation. I never found someone else I could trust with my soul. After that first time, nothing else was acceptable. — Courtney Milan

Search for truth, not for meaning. Meaning comes from the perspective of a person who interprets the truth. — J.R. Rim

What I really think is going to happen over time is technology is going to change the way we live for the good for the environment. — George W. Bush

If we do nothing with the knowledge we gain, then we have wasted our study. — Brandon Sanderson

Benjamin Franklin said, "Those things that hurt, instruct. — M. Scott Peck

He began to feel that she was very lonely indeed. "If he'd been here," she said, "those cowards would never have dared to insult me." She thought about "him" with great sadness and perhaps longing
about his honest, stupid, constant kindness and fidelity; his never-ceasing obedience; his good humour; his bravery and courage. Very likely she cried, for she was particularly lively, and had put on a little extra rouge, when she came down to dinner. — William Makepeace Thackeray

Of processing and analyzing: two hours of sleep. Cost of thinking: two more hours of sleep. Cost of giving the elusive more to the insanely sexy Stone Wilder: priceless. — Jill Shalvis

Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
With brightest sunshine round me spread
Of spring's unclouded weather,
In this sequestered nook how sweet
To sit upon my orchard-seat!
And birds and flowers once more to greet,
My last year's friends together. — William Wordsworth

The thing with do-overs it's that they don't exist. Second chances are just another chance to mess up. — Melody Manful