Rodham Kenner Quotes & Sayings

Genius does not have time to stand admiring its reflection; it has too much work to get finished. — Benjamin Wood

Death is when the monsters get you. — Stephen King

I can cope with, and even somehow enjoy, the sinking melancholy of Venice, just for a few days. Somewhere in me I am able to recognize that this is not my melancholy; this is the city's own indigenous melancholy, and I am healthy enough these days to be able to feel the difference between me and it. This is a sign, I cannot help but think, of healing, of the coagulation of my self. There were a few years there, lost in borderless despair, when I used to experience all the world's sadness as my own. Everything sad leaked through me and left damp traces behind. — Elizabeth Gilbert

Corporations keep the profit and leave society as a whole to clean up the mess. — Anonymous

Before there was any chance to go to England, I changed schools, and it was rugby from there on in. — Brian O'Driscoll

So word for word/My master spoke, and I asked him for the food/To fill the appetite these words inspired. — Dante Alighieri

Truth is a property of sentences, since sentences are dependent for their existence upon vocabularies, and since vocabularies are made by human beings, so are truths. — Richard Rorty

Unnecessary violence against animals is a heinous crime. Be a voice for those who do not have one. — Debasish Mridha

If you look at U.S. Congress, 80 percent of them have never left the U.S.A., so I'm not surprised about Russophobia in Congress. — Sergei Lavrov

All she wanted was to matter. To be more than an opportunity. That's all. — Robyn Carr

Great art presupposes the alert mind of the educated listener — Arnold Schoenberg

His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines. — William Gibson

I knew he that he didn't have the strength to get free. His life was being driven by a kind of flywheel. He had submitted to it and accepted it. It was turning fast. To slow it down or stop it and come to a place that was moving with the motion only of time and loss and slow grief was more, that day, than he could imagine.

I knew too that it was more than he could bear. — Wendell Berry