Krasnaya Kniga Quotes & Sayings

He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows — Emily Bronte

Asshat's an asshole," she cooed. "Yes, he is. — Heather Demetrios

Life is full of surprises, a wise man said, and would not be worth having if it were not. — Richard Ford

Hold on with a bulldog grip, and chew and choke as much as possible. — Abraham Lincoln

Mankind divides itself into two classes,
benefactors and malefactors. The second class is vast; the first a handful. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

The rules of survival never change, whether you're in a desert or in an arena. — Bear Grylls

If the world turned Fascist, if Cummings had his century, there was a little thing he could do. There was always terrorism. But a neat terrorism with nothing sloppy about it, no machine guns, no grenades, no bombs, nothing messy, no indiscriminate killing. Merely the knife and the garrote, a few trained men, and a list of fifty bastards to be knocked off, and then another fifty. — Norman Mailer

Now listen. Faith is like oxygen. It keeps you afloat at all times. Sometimes you need it. Sometimes you don't. but when you do need it you better be practiced at having faith, otherwise it won't work. That's why the missionaries built all the churches. Before we got those churches we weren't practicing enough. That's what prayers are for - practice, children. Practice. — Lloyd Jones

EMBALM, v.i. To cheat vegetation by locking up the gases upon which it feeds. By embalming their dead and thereby deranging the natural balance between animal and vegetable life, the Egyptians made their once fertile and populous country barren and incapable of supporting more than a meagre crew. The modern metallic burial casket is a step in the same direction, and many a dead man who ought now to be ornamenting his neighbour's lawn as a tree, or enriching his table as a bunch of radishes, is doomed to a long inutility. We shall get him after awhile if we are spared, but in the meantime, the violet and rose are languishing for a nibble at his gluteus maximus. — Ambrose Bierce