Monjack Deer Quotes & Sayings

The Founders warned that a free society depends on a virtuous and moral people. The current crisis reflects that their concerns were justified. — Ron Paul

Still, there was always that wish, that desire to be someone else, somewhere else. — Sarah Felix Burns

Wasn't there something to be said for working to live, as opposed to living to work? — Emily Giffin

Seasons Go And Seasons Come. — Petra Hermans

Nothing to say. I used to be a ghostwriter for a publisher.'
'Medieval stuff?'
'Eighty-page love stories. You have this guy, untrustworthy but good in bed, and this girl, radiant but innocent. In the end they fall madly in love and it's incredibly boring. The story doesn't say when they split up.'
'Of course not,' said Mathias — Fred Vargas

We are the damaged heirs of a damaged cultural style which has been practiced now for about seven thousand years. — Terence McKenna

Limits the Romans' anxieties to two things - bread and games. — Juvenal

To the passionate language of Parmenides, Plato replies in a strain equally passionate:
What! has not Being mind? and is not Being capable of being known? and, if this is admitted, then capable of being affected or acted upon?
in motion, then, and yet not wholly incapable of rest. Already we have been compelled to attribute opposite determinations to Being. And the answer to the difficulty about Being may be equally the answer to the difficulty about Not-being. — Plato

'Constitutional' is just a real pip of a word. Positively rolls off the tongue. In fact, it's downright fun to say. 'Con-stit-too-shun-al.' It's the verbal equivalent of skipping down the street with an ice cream cone in your hand. It's like a semantic bag of Lays potato chips. You simply can't just say it once. — Paul Feig

It would take an architect who could hate enough to feel enough to love enough to perpetrate the kind of special cruelty only real lovers can inflict. — David Foster Wallace

How good it had felt to be chosen by him, even in the midst of her horror at what was about to happen, at his discovering she was an imposter. It was like being in his arms after he rescued her from falling off the balcony, his fine woolen tunic against her cheek. So much heaven . . . but it could never be. Not for her. She was Avelina the servant, not Dorothea the earl's daughter. Dear heavenly saints. How she wanted him to love her, wanted his love. The pain was so great she doubled over. Lady — Melanie Dickerson