Rachkomar Quotes & Sayings

We really have no right to reproach God for having created the world. For Him it was the only possible way of escaping from the accursed void in which He found himself. — Leszek Kolakowski

Heresy is the eternal dawn, the morning star, the glittering herald of the day. Heresy is the last and best thought. It is the perpetual New World, the unknown sea, toward which the brave all sail. It is the eternal horizon of progress.
Heresy extends the hospitalities of the brain to a new thought.
Heresy is a cradle; orthodoxy, a coffin. — Robert G. Ingersoll

People say 'I don't want to die alone!' But you know what, honestly? I don't want to die with a bunch of people looking at me. — Bradford Cox

The visual can seduce you, leading to false deductions, and ultimately, even the finest ideas can be reduced. Take for example, sexuality. If it is reduced down to the moment and to pleasure, things like that, that's not what sexuality is all about. Sexuality was to be in tandem with the sacred, not amputated from it. — Ravi Zacharias

The living conditions of the poor must be improved if we really want to save our environment — Wangari Maathai

And Dora pushed the mirror, sending it shattering to the floor. "Whoops. — Michael Scott

Religious relativism is not the answer to disagreement between faiths; yet relativism, and a blurring of religious distinctions, all too often result when two deeply believing faith communities engage each other in the public arena on theological issues. — Meir Soloveichik

There are stars who are proficiently paranoid enough to hide what they really think. I can't. — Shirley Maclaine

It's physically impossible to be both a dork and gay. It's like saying you're color blind and blind. The universe will only allow so much disadvantage in any one given life-form."~Jordan — Eli Easton

Things were changing; I was changing. All swelling limbs and sweating brain, suddenly I had more body than I knew what to do with. Arms and legs became the prey of low desktops and narrow corridors, were ambushed by sharp corners. Mr Baxter ignored my plight. Bodies were inimical to mathematics, or so we were led to believe. Bad hair, acrid breath, lumpy skin, all vanished for an hour every Tuesday and Thursday. Young minds in the buff soared into the sphere of pure reason. Pages turned to parallelograms; cities, circumferences; recipes, ratios. Shorn of our bearings, we groped our way around in this rarefied air. — Daniel Tammet