Historicism Literary Quotes & Sayings

If you want to continue to be the best in the world, then you have to train and compete like you are second best in the world. — Steve Backley

Would you like to borrow a pair of my panties to wave around at the next Council meeting to get the point across?"
His eyes flashed. "Got any to spare?"
I could've picked somebody rational. But no, I had to fall in love with this arrogant idiot. Come to the Keep with me, be my princess. Mourn me when your crazy dad kills me. Yeah, right. — Ilona Andrews

People are always like, Why did you and husband Carey Hart get back together? Well, we weren't done. And now we have Willow, so we'll never be done. — Pink

The life of this world is but a sport and a pastime. — Anonymous

He was close enough now to see that her profile was designed to do dramatic things to hearts: stop them, steal them, break them. — Julie Anne Long

Before all this has time to end the golden age must return with its vengeance. Man will become dirigible ... — James Joyce

Bobby and I went through some old questionnaires about customer requirements for languages, then we compiled a new one and sent it out to a few dozen people we knew. — James Frank

Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue? Where is the madness with which you should be cleansed — Friedrich Nietzsche

The older I get, the more centered I become and the more I think I really know about myself. What I know is that what other people do doesn't really have any effect on me. — Oprah Winfrey

Don't forget to put wax in your ears; we are going to hunt poets', — Alejandro Cordoba Sosa

I'm much more creative when I've actually taken care of myself. — Arianna Huffington

When you make a movie outside the system and it's successful critically or a moderate financial success, you usually have to go back into the system and make a big hit. — Brian De Palma

Return often and take me, beloved sensation, return and take me - When memory of the body awakens, and old desire again runs through the blood; when the lips and skin remember, and the hands feel as if they touch again. — C.P. Cavafy

Anya had never seen a house uglier house than Baba Yaga's. It was made entirely of mouldy bones in the same interlocking design as a log cabin. A thorny garden grew as high as the fence and skulls, bleached white by the sun, capped each fence post. Two enormous scaly chicken legs came out on either side of the house. Anya snorted in amusement and disgust. Yvan, she noticed, had turned an interesting shade of grey. — Amy Kuivalainen

It is no good saying we [journalists] must report only what is true because what is true cannot always be proven. — John Humphrys