Regnart Hub Quotes & Sayings

He'd been wrong to tell the freaked-out teenager that it would all get better, because actually it didn't. It just faded to a deep held chord, a pedal-organ drone behind the normal noise of life, a thing that you forgot about and thought you'd put away forever, but it was still there. It was still here. He — Alan Moore

That's a different side of the brain going into the studio, as opposed to doing a live show, obviously. — Charles Kelley

Your mind is like a tunnel that has no end, and a baloon, that even too much air cannot burst. — Michael Bassey Johnson

What is the life of a man more than the life of a lamb, or any guiltless animal? — James Hogg

But in a still life, there is no end to our looking, which has become allied with the gaze of the painter; we look in and in, to the world of things, in their ambiance of cool or warm light, in and in, as long as we can stand to look, as long as we take pleasure in looking. — Mark Doty

I needn't prove anything to anyone. I am blessed as a child of God. — Marianne Williamson

Hester kept her company by bringing her meals and tea, fussing over Rosebud, washing Morrow's clothes, and doing her hair as if she was the colonel's lady. "Colonel Clark is sure taken wi' you," she said. "Neither man nor beast ever talks back to that man, but you shore put him in his place over that bad business at Fort Randolph. And lo and behold, I think he liked it. But for one little thing." Morrow looked up from nursing Rosebud. "He just can't figure out why a beautiful woman like yo'self would settle for a savage. — Laura Frantz

It is the metaphysically given that must be accepted: it cannot be changed. It is the man-made that must never be accepted uncritically: it must be judged, then accepted or rejected and changed when necessary. — Ayn Rand

A lot of times when I'm not at work I like to let my face breath and not put makeup on. — Jessica Szohr

Bow down to him, for he is your lord. Psalm 45:11 — Beth Moore

[Jean] had the guts to kill herself, and I admire her for it, although, of course, she was quite crazy at the time, with a brain misfiring like a cross-wired laptop. Pressing the keystrokes love, the screen read die. Pressing the keystrokes survive, the screen read die. The damn thing, her mind-machine, was shot. — Tim Lott