Relumed Quotes & Sayings

Palpatine laughed without merriment. "What could you possibly have to offer someone like me?" "Just this." She opened the soft shoulder bag to reveal a humanoid infant of less than a standard year in age. The infant's hairless head was stippled with an array of short but still pliant horns, and its entire body had been garishly and ceremonially tattooed in red and black pigments. — James Luceno

3And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; — Anonymous

You don't have to make fun of it."
"Actually I do," I said. "I make fun of almost everything. — Jim Butcher

As I grew older, I developed a very innate passion for art. I was actually pretty good at it. — Evangeline Lilly

If the sun warms up the rain, and the rain puts out the sun. Why does the greatest love become the greatest pain? — Stevie Nicks

Fucking hell, Clayton! Yes, this sucks, but it's not forever. And I swear to God if you try this whole I'm letting you go because I love you too much line of crap again, I will smack the crap out of you! — A Meredith Walters

The final conclusion of the absurdist protest is, in fact, the rejection of suicide and persistence in that hopeless encounter between human questioning and the silence of the universe. — Albert Camus

George pulled my hand away and inspected the wound. He frowned. "Sarah, honey, what happened?"
I cleared my throat. "I fell on some barecue prongs. — Michelle Rowen

A man is the history of his breaths and thoughts, acts, atoms and wounds, love indifference and dislike, also of his race and nation, the soil that fed him and his forbears, the stones and sands of his familiar places, long-silenced battles and struggles of conscience, of the smiles of girls and the slow utterance of old women, of accidents and the gradual action of inexorable law, of all this and something else, too, a single flame which in every way obeys the laws that pertain to Fire itself, and yet is lit and put out from one moment to the next, and can never be relumed in the whole waste of time to come. — A.S. Byatt

Paul went to his room, gathered clean clothes and headed down the hall to the shower. He made it quick, but clean. He shaved. Then he thought, I am shaving - why? To be smooth cheeked when I pass out? — Robyn Carr

Integrity rings like fine glass. True, clear, and reassuring. — Pam Brown

Famine was quite deliberately employed as an instrument of national policy, as the last means of breaking the resistance of the peasantry to the new system where they are divorced from personal ownership of the land and obligated to work on the conditions which the state may demand from them ... This famine may fairly be called political because it was not the result of any overwhelming natural catastrophe or such complete exhaustions of the country's resources in foreign and civil wars ... — William Henry Chamberlin