Rannoch Moor Quotes & Sayings

By the beginning of the fifth century Catholic Christians lived as subjects of an empire they could no longer consider alien, much less wholly evil.
[...] By the beginning of the fifth century few who dealt with the government firsthand - certainly not Chrysostom and finally not Augustine either - would have identified it with God's reign on earth. — Elaine Pagels

Daddy said that nobody really wins a war. They only make it look that way. — Arlene Eisenbise

the longer the wait, the greater the weight. At — Stephen King

I would like to be proud of having written some poems that will be remembered, but I will never know whether I will have any reason to be proud of that. — Peter Davison

That's what fame is: solitude. — Coco Chanel

Schoolchildren are not taught how to distinguish accurate information from inaccurate information online - surely there are ways to design web-browsers to help with this task and ways to teach young people how to use the powerful online tools available to them. — Howard Rheingold

I have more energy to run after our four children. Weight loss and great skin were a bonus! — Niecy Nash

The moaning and groaning, The sighing and sobbing, Are quieted now, With that horrible throbbing At heart: - ah, that horrible, Horrible throbbing! The sickness - the nausea - The pitiless pain - Have ceased, with the fever That maddened my brain - With the fever called "Living" That burned in my brain. — Edgar Allan Poe

What do you call a bad man? The sort of man who admires innocence. — Oscar Wilde

She is of the north. She deserves better than a butcher. — George R R Martin

Hemingway used to write an ending to his novel only to delete it, asserting that it made the story stronger because the reader would always be able to intuit the ghost of that final, incorporeal passage. — Jessica Knoll

What was dark will always be dark, I know that. Death is still death. Hatred will never be far, in this life.
But also, there is light. It is everywhere. It floods this world
the world brims with it. Once, I sat by the Coe and watched a shaft of light come down through the trees, through leaves, and wondered if there was a greater beauty, or a simpler one. There are many great beauties. but all of them
from the snow, to his fern-red hair, to my mare's eye reflecting the sky as she smelt the air of Rannoch Moor
have light in them, and are worth it. They are worth the darker parts. — Susan Fletcher