Ritmebis Quotes & Sayings

I've been a professional rugby player all my life; I don't really know anything different. — Brian O'Driscoll

For me, it's a bigger challenge, it's much harder to do and much more rewarding to do well, then just to think up stuff of your own, hit or miss, because you've got to see to it that you don't torpedo any of his punch lines. — Humphrey Lyttelton

I always try to write about believable people. — Danielle Steel

Remember when your plans fail, that temporary defeat is not permanent failure. — Napoleon Hill

Speaking from experince, there are people who have too much space between their ears, and given the time, do nothing but free fall forever inside their heads. It's a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry inner-verse.
Drugs redirect the fall. They cushion it. Give you a parachute. Or maybe just a flashlight and scuba gear. I don't know how you look at the inside of your head
what metaphor you choose
but for those of us with endless yawning stretches of interior and nothing but nothing to stop us from getting lost in it, drugs can be wonderfully helpful.
For a time. — James St. James

He's normal and squeaky and responsible. Shell would call him Vanilla. I like Vanilla. You know what you're getting into with it. You can add anything to it. It doesn't spank you and make you like it. — Tara Brown

You get good at being by yourself and you're condemned to a life sentence of solitude. You think, "Wait a minute! I should have been a tap dancer or something". But in my life, I feel like I take my stories to people orally. — Sandra Cisneros

I look up, and stop breathing. Eyes glitter in the darkness. Dark shapes sit in the car, more numerous than we are. The factionless. — Veronica Roth

Ignorance of true pleasure more frequently than temptation to that which is false, leads to vice. — Ann Radcliffe

Continue in the way of the bow, for it is a whole life's journey, but remember that a good, accurate shot is very different from one made with peace in your soul. — Paulo Coelho

There was a strange exciting smell in the air - the smell of wine, cigar smoke, and perfume, mingled with the scent of the roses. The bright colors merged into one another, and the music rose and fell. — Joan G. Robinson

You inherit white heather, a bee's wing,
Two suicides, the family wolves,
Hours of blankness. — Sylvia Plath