Rengganis Quotes & Sayings

The best remedy for an injury is to forget it. — Publilius Syrus

The stress and sadness of it all had been tough to handle, but there had also been a simmering, irrational resentment on his side. So yes, he had embraced a coping mechanism that he'd known Qhuinn hadn't approved of or liked. It had been a subversive, petty payback for sins the male wasn't actually committing. But — J.R. Ward

In trench warfare five things are important: firewood, food, tobacco, candles, and the enemy. In winter on the Zaragoza front they were important in that order, with the enemy a bad last — George Orwell

This is what working in what amounts to a rat's nest for the past decade has done to us, I think, looking at our reflections in the mirror. Ten years in a piece-of-crap studio in the armpit of Bushwick with full view-and-sound of the JMZ train, giving ourselves humpbacks craning over our drafting tables, Camels drooping from our mouths, passing expired packages of Peeps back and forth in the dark. The work has made me forget how to act like a person. We're not fit to go out and socialize with the fancy people, all Cheetos-stained hands and dilated pupils. — Kayla Rae Whitaker

The water that floats the boat can also sink the boat if not controlled. — Saji Ijiyemi

Do not withhold good . . . when it is in your power to do it. — Rachel Hauck

That is a Medieval way of drawing history, in which they do not respect the law and want the rest of the world to respect the law. That's not possible. — Emir Kusturica

It's a free-choice afternoon and I choose you. — Jen Malone

If you can't make freinds with God, make freinds with someone is friends and maybe you'll get invited to the party. — Frederick Lenz

You will get no where if you do not inspire people. — Georges Doriot

Beethoven introduced us to anger. Haydn taught us capriciousness, Rachmaninoff melancholy. Wagner was demonic. Bach was pious. Schumann was mad, and because his genius was able to record his fight for sanity, we heard what isolation and the edge of lunacy sounded like. Liszt was lusty and vigorous and insisted that we confront his overwhelming sexuality as well as our own. Chopin was a poet, and without him we never would have understood what night was, what perfume was, what romance was. — Doris Mortman