Langueur Quotes & Sayings

He makes me wonder what damage I could do with them, how badly I could hurt someone if I hit them with a story. — Shaun Tan

He's come out the other side. That was all. No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. — Stephen King

I decided to go along with it. If he tried to give me the runaround, I would bolt. I didn't have time to waste on vague answers and evasive language. Matt and Rhys were captive, and Rhys couldn't even sit down. — Amanda Hocking

I am under no illusion that I will ever be the greatest opera composer in the world, with Wagner and Verdi and Strauss before me. I think my work could fit very nicely into musicals, though. — Rufus Wainwright

If you don't trust either the captain or the ship, there remains only one thing for safety: Trusting the storm! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

I am torn between the beauty of the natural world, which you see all around us, and the idea that some dumb tornado could blow a telephone pole onto my sweet Camaro. — Werner Herzog

I know Irish-American people. I know what their homes look like. I know what they have for dinner. I know how they turn a phrase. — Alice McDermott

The future of any leader or political systems is to be determined by the people of the country. — Ban Ki-moon

GenXers naturally bristle at hierarchies, but thrive on partnerships. — Mal Fletcher

Conventional people are roused to fury by departure from convention, largely because they regard such departure as a criticism of themselves. — Bertrand Russell

I never got into 'Star Wars.' Maybe because they made no attempt to portray real physics. At all. — Neil DeGrasse Tyson

There's a misunderstanding that I've always tried to address straight on when this question comes up, which is that a 'Half-Life' story can somehow exist outside of a game. It can't. The story is created through the process of trying to figure out how to best use the features of the engine within the interesting set of constraints it poses. — Marc Laidlaw

Madame V begins the lesson by reading aloud the first stanza of a famous French poem: Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville; Quelle est cette langueur Qui penetre mon coeur? Then she looks up and without any warning she calls on me to translate it. I swallow hard, and try: "It's raining in my heart like it's raining in the city. What is this sadness that pierces my heart?" Saying these words out loud, right in front of the whole class, makes me feel like I'm not wearing any clothes. — Sonya Sones

Were you the cryptid?"
"Bah. Your FACE was the crypid. — Brian Clevinger