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Rittimann Quotes By Dennis Potter

I think childhood is to everyone a lost land. — Dennis Potter

Rittimann Quotes By Robert A. Heinlein

The depths of winter longing are ice within my heart
The shards of broken covenants lie sharp against my soul
The wraiths of long-lost ecstasy still keep us two apart
The amen winds of bitterness sill keen from turn to pole.
The scares are twisted tendons, the stumps of struck-off limbs,
The aching pit of hunger and throb of unset bone,
My sanded burning eyeballs, as might within them dims,
Add nothin to the torment of lying here alone ...
The shimmering flames of fever trace out your blessed face
My broken eardrums echo yet your voice inside my head
I do not fear the darkness that comes to me apace
I only dread the loss of you thy comes when I am dead. — Robert A. Heinlein

Rittimann Quotes By Donna Summer

Don't try to change or tear your brother down, let him make his mistakes and he will come around. — Donna Summer

Rittimann Quotes By Cecily Von Ziegesar

...forgiving is not the same as forgetting. — Cecily Von Ziegesar

Rittimann Quotes By Robert Pozen

You need to agree with your boss about what you need to get done that week, what are the metrics of success. Sometimes you need more hours, sometimes you need fewer hours. — Robert Pozen

Rittimann Quotes By JT The Bigga Figga

Game recognize game in The Bay mane. — JT The Bigga Figga

Rittimann Quotes By Virginia Woolf

And here it would seem from some ambiguity in her terms that she was censuring both sexes equally, as if she belonged to neither; and indeed, for the time being she seemed to vacillate; she was man; she was woman; she knew the secrets, shared the weaknesses of each. It was a most bewildering and whirligig state of mind to be in. The comforts of ignorance seemed utterly denied her. She was a feather blown on the gale. Thus it is no great wonder if, as she pitted one sex against the other, and found each alternately full of the most deplorable infirmities, and was not sure to which she belonged ... . — Virginia Woolf