Ruckert Poet Quotes & Sayings

Hold, or cut bowstrings. — William Shakespeare

Angels came down that day, and said it was their time, They wrapped HIM/HER in their wings of love, to protect them for their climb, to take HIM/HER to our lord above, Where they will be safe in gods hands. — Susan Smith

I didn't want to speak to her because I didn't want to stop feeling angry. It actually felt good and deep inside I knew it would feel bad as soon as I stopped and thought about what I was doing. I wanted more good feelings, more cleansing destruction before I had to pay the inevitable price of guilt and embarrassment. — Maria Landon

Not to derail the conversation from butts, which we all agree is incredibly important — Rainbow Rowell

Well, here you had a city that was selling more cars than ever before, that had this wondrous music being created, that was so vital to the labor and civil rights of this country, and yet it was dying and didn't see it, except for some sociologist at Wayne State University who predicted that Detroit was losing population by a half-million by the end of that '60s decade, and that that trend would continue taking away its tax base. — David Maraniss

I am all expectation. — Oscar Wilde

We could live to the end of time, and even when the sun would finally die out, I'd still never have enough of you. — Sawyer Bennett

You can't make every wrong decision right but you can stop deciding to take another wrong action. — Jay Danzie

In The Innovation Secrets of Steve Jobs, Carmine Gallo captures the true mindset of Jobs and Apple. This book is not just for the techie and marketing crowd, although they will gain valuable insight that can be applied to their worlds. It is also for anyone who loves technology and wants to understand how to create simple devices that are easy to use and can impact our lives. — Tim Bajarin

I'd love to meet the right girl and have a family. I'm very broody. — Olly Murs

Anyway, it was Oscar who called me to remind me that our nephew, Lydia's son Garnett, was turning eleven years old. Fuck my life. I hated that kid. He smelled like asparagus, and he sweated way too much for a healthy child; but then Garnett, given his propensity for biting teachers and catching chipmunks in the backyard only to bury them alive, was no normal kid. He was a case study for sociopathic behavior in the making. A walking, talking, farting, sweaty, odorous, chipmunk-burying cry for help. — Richard J. O'Brien