Lugus Studios Quotes & Sayings

Our enemies ... seem always with us. The greater our hatred the more persistent the memory of them so that a truly terrible enemy becomes deathless. So that the man who has done you great injury or injustice makes himself a guest in your house forever. Perhaps only forgiveness can dislodge him. — Cormac McCarthy

He'd have given a rare incunabulum, in good condition, to punch the face of whoever was writing this ridiculus script. — Arturo Perez-Reverte

When doubt comes against us, we have to lift up the shield of faith. We do this when we open our mouth and say what God's Word says, rather than grumbling and complaining about the problem. — Joyce Meyer

To make it more familiar to me, I ended up treating my swordplay scenes like choreography. So it was, 'One and two and three and four and five, and turn and step and down and up and lunge.' — Catherine Zeta-Jones

Snowfall-funny name for a ski resort town,at least the falling part.It made me worry I would take my dog for a walk one afternoon and slip into an icy crevice,never to be heard from again. The only evidence that I'd ever existed would be Doofus the Irish setter, trotting happily home,dragging his leash. — Jennifer Echols

Access to unlimited funds by a government, not surprisingly, leads to an unlimited government. — Orrin Woodward

He would go to the bakery for a cake, and somewhere in the shop-I had never discovered where; it was one of the few secrets I had not fathomed-he kept a candle, which came out on this day every year, was lit, and which I blew out, with as good an impression of happiness as I could muster. Then we ate the cake, with tea, and settled down to quiet digestion and cataloging. — Diane Setterfield

He felt the chill of her secrecy, numbing him, like a poison spreading quickly through his veins. — Jhumpa Lahiri

I realized that my identity as a novelist was private. Only I knew how much of a novelist I was! — Alexander Chee

Henrietta knew of the heart as an organ; she privately saw it covered in red plush and believed that it could not break, though it might tear. — Elizabeth Bowen