Rendidor Quotes & Sayings

We need to get rid of the 16th amendment, and return to the original system that funds government with a variety of tariffs and duties. — Alan Keyes

And I know it doesn't matter what I say now, because I fucked things up ... just like I always do."
"Trav?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't drive drunk on your bike anymore, okay? — Jamie McGuire

One grim Weltanschauung for this new era was well expressed by the Venetian nationalist demagogue in Michael Dibdin's novel, Dead Lagoon: There can be no true friends without true enemies. Unless we hate what we are not, we cannot love what we are. These are the old truths we are painfully rediscovering after a century and more of sentimental cant. Those who deny them deny their family, their heritage, their culture, their birthright, their very selves! They will not lightly be forgiven. — Samuel P. Huntington

We are all in Love in the same way that we are all in air. Don't forget to breathe. — David A. Beardsley

(...) all men are united in one common effort to survive on this earth. All men share a common human necessity, a common human aim. All men are equally entitled to life, and therefore to the necessities of life. — Rose Wilder Lane

God will forgive me. It's his job. Heine said this on his deathbed (1856). Hilarious. He must have thought that up years before and counted the seconds to use it. — Heinrich Heine

Her jaw dropped. She grabbed him by the shoulders. "I think I have formed an attachment to you. You know, what the English call a desire to have symphonic concerts with someone at all hours of the day?"
He smiled. "And I love you too, darling."
-Lizzy and Will — Sherry Thomas

Loss of resilience can come as a surprise, because the system usually is paying much more attention to its play than to its playing space. — Donella H. Meadows

A step lower and strangeness creeps in: perceiving that the world is "dense", sensing to what a degree a stone is foreign and irreducible to us, with what intensity nature or a landscape can negate us. At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise. The primitive hostility of the world rises up to face us across millenia. — Albert Camus