Rigling Artist Quotes & Sayings

Don't tease me unless you want an audience when I f**k you."
-Beck, Corp Security — Harper Sloan

Worry is blind, and cannot discern the future; but Jesus sees the end from the beginning. — Ellen G. White

The Internet has become important on the world's stage. — Steve Crocker

Ah, you are amusing."
"I am not amusing!" I lifted my chin. "I'm pissed."
"Really," he replied dryly. "I never would've guessed that. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

A child needs your love most when he deserves it least — Erma Bombeck

God had one son on earth without sin, but never one without suffering. — Augustine Of Hippo

At times, I have been criticized by some philosophers of education, who place me in postures that they classify pejoratively as 'revolutionary.' But I have had the satisfaction of being invited to work in societies making progressive efforts without wavering. They were changing, and so they called on me. — Paulo Freire

Virtue is relative to the actions and ages of each of us in all that we do. — Plato

I just suddenly thought, people really get off on being scared. They pay money to see green foam come out of people's mouths. — Ozzy Osbourne

You always want something. - Bahadur — Alwyn Hamilton

You feel like quitting, like giving up. You can't understand why the road doesn't get easier, why God doesn't remove the stones and straighten the path. If God did that, you might never get to the top, because the bumps are what you can climb on. — Warren W. Wiersbe

The back screen popped open before she could answer, and everyone who was still armed raised their weapons again, waiting breathlessly for the heavy footsteps to draw near. Chester came around the corner, a rag in his hands, wiping them clean. His shovel was held in the crook of his elbow, the shaft resting on his shoulder. Blood dripped from the sharpened tip of the blade. "Got me a couple," he said with a pleased grin. — Abigail Roux

A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic. And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp. — George Orwell

What would I tell my best friend to do in this situation? — Chip Heath