Robopocalypse Not Article Quotes & Sayings

Lustful Desire (although 'twere rather fit To some brute creature to attribute it) Shall be presented in the second place, Because it shrouds a vile deformed face Beneath love's vizard, and assumes that name, Hiding its own fault with the other's blame. — George Wither

I had one of those flashes - the sea-glass feel of a well-worn phrase. — Olivia Sudjic

The use of thesis-writing is to train the mind, or to prove that the mind has been trained; the former purpose is, I trust, promoted, the evidences of the latter are scanty and occasional. — Clifford Allbutt

That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity. — John Donne

There are those who, attracted by grass, flowers, mountains, and waters, flow into the Buddha Way. — Dogen

When you're a working writer, sooner or later friends and acquaintances will get you alone and confide that they, too, have a book in them. — Steven Pressfield

The people of Britain want a Home Secretary who will give them back their streets. They want a Home Secretary who will speak up for the victim, not the criminal. — William Hague

Things aren't bad or good. They just are. — Sheri Reynolds

When a man lacks mental balance in pneumonia he is said to be delirious. When he lacks mental balance without the pneumonia, he is pronounced insane by all smart doctors. — Martin H. Fischer

Until we meet again, may God bless you as he has blessed me. — Elvis Presley

Before dance came into my life, I don't really remember having any major goals or dreams of wanting to be anything. — Misty Copeland

I have visualised my imagination so clearly and so consistently that it has manifested itself into my reality. — Conor McGregor

She smiled. She knew she was dying. But it did not matter any longer. She had known something which no human words could ever tell and she knew it now. She had been awaiting it and she felt it, as if it had been, as if she had lived it. Life had been, if only because she had known it could be, and she felt it now as a hymn without sound, deep under the little whole that dripped red drops into the snow, deeper than that from which the red drops came. A moment or an eternity- did it matter? Life, undefeated, existed and could exist. She smiled, her last smile, to so much that had been possible. — Ayn Rand