Rhymester Rar Quotes & Sayings

The state of California itself was now just like me - a free-spirited liberal with a mostly sunny disposition teetering on the edge of financial ruin. (Natalie Teeger) — Lee Goldberg

Courage is not fearlessness. — Shannon Hale

The world's most sensible person and the biggest idiot both stay within us. The worst part is, you can't even tell who is who. — Chetan Bhagat

You may restrain my body and you may tear my guts out, do anything you wish, but I am still me and you can't take that. You can kill the ego, you can kill the pride, you can kill the want, the desire of a human being. You can lock him in a cell and you can knock his teeth out and smash his brain, but you cannot kill the soul. You never could kill the soul. It's always there, the beginning and the end. You cannot stop it, it's bigger than me. I'm just looking into it and it frightens me sometimes. — Charles Manson

It was amazing the things you could bring yourself to do when you felt insecure, when you were out to protect your heart. You could deny it what it wants most, just for the sake of saving your pride or dodging another bullet. — Rachael Wade

People who experience negative or stressful emotions on an ongoing basis are less healthy and live shorter lives. — Tony Robbins

Journalism as theater is what TV news is. — Thomas Griffith

Raise your hand if you had no idea you'd see so much nudity in one week of jury duty.
Twelve hands flew straight into the air.
And unbelievably, Payton laughed. — Julie James

Indeed, there is something about reading in a restaurant that is borderline romantic. Leaning back in that corner booth, an evocative title in our hands, a stale cup of java in front of us, every so often bolting forward to jot a phrase onto the napkin, we look like, well, poets-unknown belletrists scraping through the hardscrabble years and awaiting the distinction that is imminent. the waiter of waitress refills our cup, we drop a memorable apothegm or two, share a laugh fraught with meaning, scope out the joint, and return to our tome. Nonbiblioholics strain to espy our title; conversation is struck up on things Kafkaesque and Kierkegaardian; and we forge a genuine biblioholic simpatico with all around. — Tom Raabe