Peshkov Quotes & Sayings

And all over the countryside, he knew, on every crest and hill, where once the hedges had interlaced, and cottages, churches, inns, and farmhouses had nestled among their trees, wind wheels similar to those he saw and bearing like vast advertisements, gaunt and distinctive symbols of the new age, cast their whirling shadows and stored incessantly the energy that flowed away incessantly through all the arteries of the city ... The great circular shapes of complaining wind-wheels blotted out the heavens ... — H.G.Wells

It is the intelligent and highly educated that agonize over their limitations. — Louis Eliot

Sergeant Grigori Peshkov. He was elected unopposed. Grigori was pleased. He knew what life was like for soldiers and workers, and he would bring the machine-oil smell of real life to the corridors of power. He would never forget his roots and put on a top hat. He would make sure that unrest led to improvements, not to random violence. Now he had a real chance to make a better life for Katerina and Vladimir. — Ken Follett

I don't know Who is cranking; I'm pleased He doesn't stop. — Robert A. Heinlein

This is amazing," Volodya said. "He's the President, yet he has to make excuses all the time for what he does!"
"Something like that," Woody said. "We call it democracy. — Ken Follett

What a lovely evening," Abigail said to break the silence.
She felt his gaze on her profile. "Lovely indeed. — Julie Klassen

A law which excludes all dialectic and all reconciliation; which establishes, consequently, both the flawless unity of knowledge and the uncompromising division of tragic existence; it rules over a world without twilight, which knows no effusion, nor the attenuated cares of lyricism; everything must be either waking or dream, truth or darkness, the light of being or the nothingness of shadow. — Michel Foucault

I didn't have to look at him to know I'd just lost everything I'd ever wanted because I felt it. I felt the loss seep into bone and tissue. I felt it settle between the cracks in my heart and the empty holes in my soul. — Julie Bale