Rudall Rose Quotes & Sayings

All right. We'll swing by the estate first. You're to stay in the transport, though. I'll bring you his head."
Kay swallowed convulsively. Pressing his lips tightly together, he nodded. His eyes were wet.
"Please. Just ... put the head in a bag. I'd hate to get sick all over the inside of this transport. — Cherie Noel

The man is the head of the house but the woman is the neck that turns the head. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

In the same way that the really rich can never be mad (they're eccentric), so they can also never be rude (they're outspoken and forthright). — Terry Pratchett

If There Be Sorrow
If there be sorrow
let it be
for things undone
undreamed
unrealized
unattained
to these add one:
Love withheld
... restrained — Mari Evans

I will tell no one what I know of the two of you. But I would ask one small price for my silence. (Damien)
And that is? (Rowena)
If you still believe in God, then say a prayer for me. He turned a deaf ear to my pleas long ago. (Damien) — Kinley MacGregor

Don't put off happiness you can have today. Tomorrow is a hope, not a promise — Debra Anastasia

There is an optimum rate of discounting the future - mathematically, an optimum interest rate - which depends on how long you expect to live, how likely you will get back what you saved, how long you can stretch out the value of a resource, and how much you would enjoy it at different points in your life (for example, when you're vigorous or frail). "Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die" is a completely rational allocation if we are sure we are going to die tomorrow. What is not rational is to eat and drink as if there's no tomorrow when there really is a tomorrow. To be overly self-indulgent, to lack self-control, is to devalue our future selves too much, or equivalently, to demand too high an interest rate before we deprive our current selves for the benefit of our future selves. No plausible interest rate would make the pleasure in smoking for a twenty-year-old self outweigh the pain of cancer for her fifty-year-old self. — Steven Pinker

The room didn't look haunted or eerie now;it was only melancholy in it's faded grandeur. — Elizabeth Peters

See," Ochwiay Biano said, "how cruel the whites look. Their lips are thin, their noses sharp, their faces furrowed and distorted by folds. Their eyes have a staring expression; they are always seeking something. What are they seeking? The whites always want something; they are always uneasy and restless. We do not know what they want. We do not understand them. We think that they are mad." I — C. G. Jung