Keaney Rathbun Quotes & Sayings

My aggression out there is my weapon. I think it's more letting them know that I'm not going to let them get away with something, and I'm not just going to kind of poke it back and be content to stay in rallies. — Andy Roddick

The exchange of thoughts is a condition necessary for all love, all friendship and all real dialogue. Two men who can speak together can enrich and broaden themselves indefinitely. — Jorge Luis Borges

It's still pretty surreal. I wake up every day and just pinch myself and kind of think about how far I've come and all the stuff I have done. — Victor Cruz

Look, I like you. Didn't think I would but I do, and because I like you, I feel the need to warn you that we Royals are pretty fucked up. We're good in bed, but out of it? We're like a stage four hurricane. — Erin Watt

By the Lord of Hell's hairy balls! — Katharine Kerr

I'm going to put on my gravestone, 'He never owned a cell phone.' — Jesse Ventura

Warlord, you once told me I'd always know what you're thinking. What are your thoughts now?"
"Partly, I'm thinking that I might shame myself in my trews, just from the feel of you next to me. — Kresley Cole

(I really would like to catapult myself back there in time and kick my own teeth in.) — Elizabeth Wein

Both friend and enemy reside within us. One lives by the rule of compassion, the other by the rule of hard knocks. Though potential influence of either extreme is inevitable, our actions bear witness to the one we embrace. — T.F. Hodge

Well, I think you're handsome, — Madeleine L'Engle

The greatest sin today in the church is the man in the pew who is ignorant of the Bible. — J. Vernon McGee

Somehow I had tamed the nightmare, cast a spell over it. But sleeping things wake and spells wear off, especially those cast by accident, and beneath its placid surface I could feel the hollow boiling. Addison — Ransom Riggs

Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou Light divine!
Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine!
Oft will the body's weakness check thy force,
Oft damp thy Vigour, and impede thy course;
And trembling nerves compel thee to restrain
Thy noble efforts, to contend with pain;
Or Want (sad guest!) will in thy presence come,
And breathe around her melancholy gloom:
To Life's low cares will thy proud thought confine,
And make her sufferings, her impatience, thine. — George Crabbe