Rudders Rangers Quotes & Sayings

Usually, as a fiction writer, you get e-mails saying, 'I liked your book,' or 'I didn't like it.' You don't get something saying, 'I'm really glad this is in the world.' — Darin Strauss

[On dishonesty:] If there were a cry of 'stop thief!' we would all stand still. — Laura Ingalls Wilder

After I talk to so many people who are so unhappy about their weight and so depressed that they don't see any rainbows in their life, after I talk to about 30 of those, then I try to walk away and pet my dog, just do something that makes me happy. — Richard Simmons

I looked then and saw that his robes, which had seemed white, were not so, but were woven of all colours, and if he moved they shimmered and changed hue so that the eye was bewildered.

'I liked white better,' I said. — J.R.R. Tolkien

The biggest difference between boy and girls is how people treat them — I. W. Gregorio

True friendship resists time, distance and silence. — Isabel Allende

When I committed to playing a little tennis in some exhibitions, it was the best thing for me. It got me in shape. It got me out of the house. It got me doing something I love to do. — Pete Sampras

You have to understand the good in things, to detect the real evil. — J.R.R. Tolkien

But I also believe that a person's character can be revealed within moments of the acquaintance, unless he purposely tries to hide it". — Jennifer K. Clark

Do not wander far and wide but return into yourself. Deep within man there dwells the truth. — Saint Augustine

All hangs together, I am in chains. — Samuel Beckett

It isn't an easy job to paint oneself - at any rate if it is to be different from a photograph. And you see - this, in my opinion, is the advantage that impressionism possesses over all the other things; it is not banal, and one seeks after a deeper resemblance than the photograph. — Vincent Van Gogh

I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it — William Shakespeare

Sometimes I wonder what my interior actually is. A heart that goes pitter-patter and thoughts that glide by like little paper boats on flowing water, — Orhan Pamuk