Rodeen Old Quotes & Sayings

Rugby is a game for barbarians played by gentlemen. Football is a game for gentlemen played by barbarians. — Oscar Wilde

He (God) loved us not because we are lovable, but because He is love. — C.S. Lewis

Language is the best, best toy. — Jerry Holkins

The person to whom I am carrying a plate of food is someone whom it is an honor to serve. For he has been invited to eat and drink at the table of a King. — Elisabeth Elliot

And now, let us go out on the terrace where 'droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,' while the evening star 'washes the dusk with silver.' At twilight nature becomes a wonderfully suggestive effect, and is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets. — Oscar Wilde

The downside is that a person spends $20 to watch that hero instead of being that hero himself. — Patrick Bet-David

It hurts, as if someone took a part of me, tore it out, mercilessly stomped all over and threw it out. — Ruslana Korshunova

I had one good racket, a Wilson Javelin. It was my favorite racket, and I made the mistake of putting it next to the heater. It just got so hot that it melted. — Stefan Edberg

Pooley rose to investigate but the Professor restrained him with a firm and unyielding hand. Jim marvelled at the ancient's newly acquired strength. 'Do not look, Jim,' the Professor said dramatically, 'you would not care for what you saw. — Robert Rankin

Dear Friends all, A thousand Christmas pleasures and blessings to you
good resolutions and bright hopes for the New Year! Amen. People who can't be witty exert themselves to be pious or affectionate. — George Eliot

Cachet - isn't that like panache, but sitting down? — Warren Zevon

My dear brothers, never forget, when you hear the progress of enlightenment vaunted, that the devil's best trick is to persuade you that he doesn't exist! — Charles Baudelaire

It is a blessing for a man to have a hand in determining his own fate. — Blackbeard

No sentence can end with because because, because is a conjunction — C. N. Annadurai

The opium-eater loses none of his moral sensibilities or aspirations. He wishes and longs as earnestly as ever to realize what he believes possible, and feels to be exacted by duty; but his intellectual apprehension of what is possible infinitely outruns his power, not of execution only, but even of power to attempt. He lies under the weight of incubus and nightmare; he lies in sight of all that he would fain perform, just as a man forcibly confined to his bed by the mortal languor of a relaxing disease, who is compelled to witness injury or outrage offered to some object of his tenderest love: he curses the spells which chain him down from motion; he would lay down his life if he might but get up and walk; but he is powerless as an infant, and cannot even attempt to rise. I — Thomas De Quincey