Sergius Turrianus Quotes & Sayings

My memory plays me odd tricks these days [...] Age spares us nothing, old friend. Like ancient trees, we die from the top. — Gore Vidal

If we were to lose the ability to be emotional, if we were to lose the ability to be angry, to be outraged, we would be robots. And I refuse that. — Arundhati Roy

You're too embarrassed to say it? Sex. Go ahead, give it a go. Sexsexsex — Wendy Higgins

God, what is all this talk put out by the popes? Paradise is here, my good man. God, give me no other paradise! — Nikos Kazantzakis

Life is a dreary continuum made bearable by those moments of excitement. It's called feeling alive. — Lee Monroe

The American's head are on their chins a little bit at the moment — Ron Pickering

Cupcakes - when you want to watch your weight, but still feel the pride that comes with eating an entire cake. — Dana Gould

As a nurse, we have the opportunity to heal the heart, mind, soul and body of our patients, their families and ourselves. They may not remember your name but they will never forget the way you made them feel. — Maya Angelou

Sovereignty is easily preserved by the very arts by which it was originally created. When, however, energy has given place to indifference, and temperance and justice to passion and arrogance, then as the morals change so changes fortune. — Sallust

Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir,
A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.
Its past set down before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its condensed despatch.
Remorse is cureless, - the disease
Not even God can heal;
For 't is His institution,
The complement of hell. — Emily Dickinson

Yeah, I tell them to change the channel if they see some guy in a brown suit with a telephone number at the bottom of the screen asking for money. — Frank Zappa

I will tell you another thing that would be better, and that is, if I myself believe even an iota of what I have just written. I swear to you, gentlemen, that I do not really believe one thing, not even one word, of what I have just written. That is, I believe it, perhaps, but at the same time, I feel suspect that I am lying myself blue in the face. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky