Rigoristi Quotes & Sayings

For a girl who hated looking at herself, I was at risk of becoming vain. — Leigh Bardugo

I don't think there's something inherently irreligious about comics. — G. Willow Wilson

Engaging it produces an intense force, which in turn produces a mutation in consciousness. You become who you really are ... — Jean Houston

An interviewer once asked Mother Teresa what she says to God when she prays. "I don't say anything," she replied. "I just listen." Then the interviewer asked her what God says to her. "He doesn't say anything," said Mother Teresa. "He just listens. And if you don't understand that, I can't explain it to you. — Joseph Goldstein

What normally felt like the only possible world became one among many — Ben Lerner

Those who violate the rules of a language do not enter new territory; they leave the domain of meaningful discourse. Even facts in these circumstances dissolve, because they are shaped by the language and subjected to its limitations. — Paul Feyerabend

I've had everything pierced at some point. — Amy Winehouse

The human race sleepwalked to oblivion, thinking only of the corporate logos on it's shroud. — J.G. Ballard

I think it's important to look at the world as a bigger place than just the bubble that we live in. It's so easy to get caught up in things of a trivial nature. — Pete Wentz

Don't cover up your sore with your wealth. Your wealth has limitations. At the Limit the sore will embarrassing by surface — Ikechukwu Joseph

Oh, Issyk-Kul, my Issyk-Kul
my unfinished song! Why did I have to remember that day when I came here with Asel and stopped on the same rise, right above the water? Everything was the same. The blue-and-white waves ran up the yellow shore holding hands. The sun was setting behind the mountains, and at the far end of the lake the water was tinged with pink. The swans wheeled over the water with excited, exultant cries. They soared up and dropped down on outspread wings that seemed to hum. They whipped up the water and started wide, foaming circles. Everything was the same, only there was no Asel with me. Where are you, my slender poplar in a red kerchief, where are you now? — Chingiz Aitmatov