Roquelaure Quotes & Sayings

and thrust into the great sea of wheat, yellow, wavy, and murmurous, full of quiet motion and small whisperings. Here he often loved to wander, through the forest of stiff strong stalks that carried their own golden sky away over his head - a — Kenneth Grahame

Each new thing seems terrible because it is new, because it is a variation. But at the heart it is all the same ultimately. — A.N. Roquelaure

And there was in her, even in her helplessness, a sense of power. — A.N. Roquelaure

Tonight I saw myself in the dark window as
the image of my father, whose life
was spent like this,
thinking of death, to the exclusion
of other sensual matters,
so in the end that life
was easy to give up, since
it contained nothing: even
my mother's voice couldn't make him
change or turn back
as he believed
that once you can't love another human being
you have no place in the world. — Louise Gluck

And, more important, for all those years that I was sure that boys could tell when I had a loaf-of-bread-size maxi pad going up the back of my pants, they actually had no idea. — Tina Fey

In Zen we do everything perfectly. We feel that our outer actions are a reflection of our inner state. We call it mindfulness. — Frederick Lenz

A pen name enables you not only to cloak what you are doing from friends and family; it gives you a new freedom to do something you would not do as yourself. — A.N. Roquelaure

When ever I have a Problem, I just sing. Then I know my voice is a lot worse then my Problem. — Rachel Smith

It was a pleasure, Enna, Finn, tree rat."
"Did she just call you tree rat? — Shannon Hale

The first big thing that I did with my dad was the bicycle sequence in "The Great Muppet Caper," where Kermit and Piggy are riding bicycles in Battersea Park in London and that was a complex marionetting and cranes driving through the park, it was a complicated scene, and I did that with my dad. — Brian Henson

To be commanded by one so very young," she said, "is to feel one's helplessness. — A.N. Roquelaure

This was the real world then- Beauty and I free to have each other and all the others gone. Just the two of us in my bedchamber, where I should envelop her naked soul in rituals and ordeals beyond our past experiences, our dreams. No one to save her from me. No one to save me from her. My slave, my poor helpless slave... — A.N. Roquelaure

The color of communism was not red but gray. — Richard M. Nixon

My father's corporation, the Nero Organization, supplied assassins for hire. Killing was our business, and business had been good for years. — Lisa Kessler

I can think of nothing more soul destroying in life than to persist in trying to do a thing you want desperately to do well, and to know that you are at the best second rate. — Agatha Christie