Racketys Disabled Quotes & Sayings

"Is there something between the two of you?" I pause at the threshold, waiting.
"No! I hate the wretch." His face, crisscrossed with lacework shadows, grows somber. "I hate her with the same changeless passion with which I love you." — A.G. Howard

Please be truthful, but also please be benevolent, please. — Jonathan Safran Foer

I am (thank God!) constitutionally superior to reason. — Wilkie Collins

The heart, once broken, stayed broken. — Justin Cronin

The Commedia , it must be remembered, is a vision of the progress of man's soul toward perfection. — Dante Alighieri

He felt a killing hate for the stupid, ordinary, disapproving people who kept him from doing what he wanted to do. "Someday I am going to have things just like I want," he said to himself. "And if any moralizing son of a bitch gives me any static, they will fish him out of the river. — William S. Burroughs

The centuries dull and shift the memories, and the lens of time alters images. A — R.A. Salvatore

A man who excels in creating new things is the one who is good at dreaming when not sleeping. — Khem Veasna

The dominant feeling of the battlefield is loneliness. — William Slim

Today's wealthy are poor though they don't know it. They can't bring their possessions to where we're all going. — Elie Wiesel

Failure to plan is planning to fail — Frances Greenslade

Your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. — Mark Z. Danielewski

I am living here and now. The blessing of my life is that I am totally concentrating on the present moment. And I want to be because there is nothing but the present moment. — Paulo Coelho

And a more foolish notion can scarcely be imagined, it being obvious that the reader is only informed of what the writer wishes him to know, and is thus seduced into believing almost anything. — Iain Pears