Revues Historiques Quotes & Sayings

The boy's last - only - thought was that he had been punched in the stomach. The breath was driven from him in a sudden rush. He had no time to cry out, nor, had he had the time, would he have known what to cry, for he could not see the fish. The fish's head drove the raft out of the water. The jaws smashed together, engulfing head, arms, shoulders, trunk, pelvis, and most of the raft. Nearly half the fish had come clear of the water, and it slid forward and down in a belly-flopping motion, grinding the mass of flesh and bone and rubber. The boy's legs were severed at the hips, and they sank, spinning slowly, to the bottom. — Peter Benchley

I don't want to hear music, I don't want the sunrise to be pink. The world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming; the scraps of beauty make it worse. — Isaac Marion

Have you noticed how children never bypass a puddle of water, but jump, splash, and slosh right through it? That's because they know an important truth: Life was meant to be lived; puddles were meant to be experienced. — Richelle E. Goodrich

The human heart is the same the world over. — Billy Graham

Reality itself is [made up of] chance processes linked to sets of rules - this is what drives the world, the universe, and just about anything a human being can imagine. — DJ Spooky

You know what scholars are like; no conscience at all when it comes to their own field, let alone a sense of social delicacy. — Diana Gabaldon

Life is a challenge, we must take it. — Mother Teresa

They didn't want to kill me. They wanted to hurt me. And they were good at it. — Jim Butcher

He couldn't count them all. Nobody taught him how to count past ten. Such losses were beyond his comprehension. — J.U. Scribe

It takes a pretty good drummer to be better than no drummer at all. — Chet Baker

Before there was light there was only darkness. Before there was light there was only what the Greek poet Hesiod called the "yawning nothingness," and from within this perfect eclipse the uncaused First Cause moved, constructively interfering with a portion of that eternal void which existed before space and time were named with a temperature. This unending, infinite bleakness - a blackness that the authors of the Vedas collectively identified as a type of swirling chaos, a darkness concealed in darkness - is the Creator's ancestral home. It is where He resides, within what human minds can only comprehend as the deepest of detestable disorders. That, to Him, is home. — John Zande

There was something he wanted to say to Laura, and he was prepared to wait until he knew what it was. — Neil Gaiman

What an awful place to live in England is, ... If it isn't snowing or raining or blowing it's misty. And if the sun does shine it's so cold that you can't feel your fingers or toes. — Agatha Christie