Regibus Quotes & Sayings

Knowest thou not that kings have long hands?
[Lat., An nescis longos regibus esse manus?] — Ovid

You could miss someone, but it did no good to fixate on loss. I wished I had the ready words of a Breeder or the ability to comfort with a soft touch. I didn't. Instead I had daggers and determination.
That would have to do. — Ann Aguirre

The filibuster is an affront to commonly understood democratic norms, but then so is the Senate. — Hendrik Hertzberg

Nothing won't change, until the choice is placed first. And until when choice is given a chance. — Anthony Liccione

Have you met my boyfriend?
There. That was a doozy. His eyes narrowed, and his lips thinned into a tight line. Yep, Noah was a mood kill for both of us. — Jeaniene Frost

He was tough as an antique ivory figurine, which has withstood the viscissitudes of centuries and can accept more. — Pat Frank

I don't really think of my blog as a real blog. It's a lame blog. It's more like my when-the-mood-strikes update, or smoke signal. — Augusten Burroughs

Myrnin turned away to pick up his Ben Franklin spectacles, balanced them on his nose, and looked over them to say,
Don't do drugs. I feel I ought to say that. — Rachel Caine

The day my father came to claim me, my mother did not wish for me to go. 'She is a girl,' she said, 'and I do not think that she is yours. I had a thousand other men.' He tossed his spear at my feet and gave my mother the back of his hand across the face, so she began to weep. 'Girl or boy, we fight our battles,' he said, 'but the gods let us choose our weapons.' He pointed to the spear, then to my mother's tears, and I picked up the spear. — George R R Martin

Power and extremism can erect walls of hatred, but cannot win hearts — Mirza Masroor Ahmad

I'm only telling you on the truth," he said. "If you can't stand the truth, don't ask for it. — Colum McCann

In times like ours, where the growing complexity of life leaves us barely the time to read the newspapers, where the map of Europehas endured profound rearrangements and is perhaps on the brink of enduring yet others, where so many threatening and new problems appear everywhere, you will admit it may be demanded of a writer that he be more than a fine wit who makes us forget in idle and byzantine discussions on the merits of pure form ... — Marcel Proust