Masoe Rugby Quotes & Sayings

As long as there's light we're brave enough — William Golding

Sometimes Holly could start to see the order in things, she got a glimmer of a pattern. And that thing everyone seems to say these days, about how things always happen for a reason- Holly was getting close to being willing to concede that that was maybe, possibly true. — Sarah Dunn

There's no reason why the 'Lost' alternate reality game had to be officially made by the 'Lost' production crew. — Jane McGonigal

Beyond this life and
This world I'll have it til
My heart's content:
The bright moon that passed over
The horizon before I had my fill. — Saigyo

Spielberg's film portrays Oscar as a hero of this century. That is not true. Neither he nor I were heroes. We were just what we were able to be. In war we are all souls without a destiny, — Emilie Schindler

She submitted to his embrace with the resignation of a person who has already planned to take away something enormous, and so has no trouble giving something trifling — Jennifer DuBois

Style has become very important, the whole idea of style, what your personal style is. It's your identity. — Patricia Field

There's a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads onto fortune, omitted, all their voyages end in shallows and miseries. Upon such tide are we now ... — William Shakespeare

When you sit down and play your music for someone you respect, you get that feeling in your stomach of like: 'Oh my God ... ' You know if it's not great because you start to feel sick. — Raine Maida

From a historical point of view, restricting the availability of addictive substances must be seen as a peculiarly perverse example of Calvinist dominator thought - a system in which the sinner is to be punished in this world by being transformed into an exploitable, of his cash, by the criminal/governmental combine that provides the addicitve substances. The image is more horrifying than that of the serpent that devours itself - it is once again the Dionysian image of the mother who devours her children, the image of a house divided against itself. — Terence McKenna