Rehbein Black Quotes & Sayings

And your God is nothing but a teddy bear for grown-ups. You — Osho

As he came up Second Avenue, Henry saw that Jerry Lauterbach was again having trouble with the neighborhood psycho. It was natural, Henry reflected, that New York, being so well supplied with all the necessities of life, should not be lacking in persons whose mental furniture was sliding on the polished floors of their intelligence. — Margaret Scherf

Mr Nobley: Ah here you are. Miss Erstwhile. You are infuriating and irritating, and yet I find myself looking for you. I would be grateful if you would send me away and make me swear to never return. — Shannon Hale

The older I get, the more I become an apple pie, sparkling cider kind of guy. — Scott Foley

That's what happens with writing. Ingredients bubble and cook. Material becomes substance. — Alex Haley

I mean, death is a serious thing, certainly not to be sneezed at. — Morrissey

A man must cling to the belief that the incomprehensible is comprehensible; otherwise he would not try to fathom it. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. — Dante Alighieri

I try to write the kind of books I like to read. — Isabel Allende

Every time you have a desire come true, some part of you realizes it did not have to live in limitation. — Deepak Chopra

First of all, you need to know that an emotion is only that - an emotion - even though it may be a big, strong one. You are so much bigger, so much more than this emotion. — Thich Nhat Hanh

It is mainly because of the unorganized state of the Chinese masses that Japan dares to bully us. — Mao Zedong

You love because you want to need someone the way you did when you were a child, and have them need you too. You eat well because the intensity of taste reminds you of a need satisfied, a pain relieved. The finest paintings are nothing more than the red head of a flower, nodding in the breeze, when you were two years old; the most exciting film is just the way everything was, back in the days when you stared goggle-eyed at the whirling chaos all around you. All these things do is get the adult to shut up for a while, to open for just a moment a tiny sliding window in the cell deep inside, letting the pallid child peep hungrily out and drink the world in before darkness falls again. — Michael Marshall Smith