Raulet Quotes & Sayings

Davos had often heard it said that the wizards of Valyria did not cut and chisel as common masons did, but worked stone with fire and magic as a potter might work clay. — George R R Martin

Oh, you knew that your deed would be preserved in books, would reach tghe depths of the ages and the utmost limits of the earth, and you hoped that, following you, man, too, would remain with God, having no need of miracles. But you did not know that as soon as man rejects miracles, he will at once reject God as well, for man seeks not so much God as miracles. And since man cannot bear to be left without miracles, he will go and create new miracles for himself ... Oh, there will be centuries of free reason, of their science and anthropophagy ... Freedom, free reason, and science willl lead them into such a maze, and confront them with such miracles and insoluble mysteries, that some of them, unruly and ferocious, will exterminate themselves. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Sometimes a winner is just a dreamer who never gave up. — Michael Jordan

Greatness is the flower of great adversity. — Debasish Mridha

Practice until it becomes boring, then practice until it becomes beautiful. — Harry Blackstone Jr.

Learn everything you know in all keys. — Joe Pass

It was like we were happy enough just to feel each other's lips with our mouths and look at each other in the dimming sunlight. — Chrissy Moon

Robots do not hold on to life. They can't. They have nothing to hold on with - no soul, no instinct. Grass has more will to live than they do. — Karel Capek

I have grandchildren who are going to need every cent I make. — Letitia Baldrige

By the study of Boltzmann I have been unable to understand him. He could not understand me on account of my shortness, and his length was and is an equal stumbling block to me. — James Clerk Maxwell

At this point in my life, I find myself obsessed with alternate paths I could've taken. I don't think about this with a sense of regret, but with a sense of wonder ... — Ben Gibbard

Crawling about the floor like half-dead November flies is one thing, and dancing reels another. — Ethel Smyth