Rudeksrl Quotes & Sayings

When I die I hope it may be said:
'Her suffering was black, but her books were read'. — Shannon L. Alder

I am clouded and bruised with the print of minds and faces and things so subtle that they have smell, colour, texture, substance, but no name. — Virginia Woolf

Man has lost the basic skill of the ape, the ability to scratch its back. Which gave it extraordinary independence, and the liberty to associate for reasons other than the need for mutual back-scratching. — Jean Baudrillard

My thing from the beginning is to have it be useful, and be able to help others. It's about being efficient and getting there as fast as you can. If people want to do it more artistically or in a freestyle way, I have absolutely no problem with it - that's the way it's going to evolve. It's not my style, but if it's other people's [style], that's perfect. — David Belle

Like ... instinct?"
At that Laurel flopped down on her back, a frustrated breath whooshing out of her. "Oh man, instinct, that's like the F-word in Avalon.Yeardley kept telling me, 'You are trying to rely on instinct,you need to trust your intuition instead.' But I looked up those two words and they mean the exact same thing. — Aprilynne Pike

The first draft is the child's draft, where you let it all pour out and then let it romp all over the place, knowing that no one is going to see it and that you can shape it later. — Anne Lamott

Forgiveness is the true nature of the ascetic. — Ramakrishna

I grew up in a family where no one had written a newspaper or magazine article about anybody in my family for a hundred years, right? Then, all of a sudden, we're getting one millennium's worth of media attention in six months. — Michael J. Saylor

His optimism blinded her. He was full of plans. "I have an idea!" he said often. She imagined him as a child surrounded by too many brightly colored toys, always being encouraged to carry out "projects", always being told that his mundane ideas were wonderful. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

So when I'm up here it feeds, for lack of a better word, nostalgia about my youth. Some people get that way when they see a baseball field or smell trout on the grill. I get that feeling from vertigo and the Freudian fantasy of falling to my certain death on the pavement. — Shane Kuhn