Servius Group Quotes & Sayings

Otis! Will you PLEASE stop killing me! — Rick Riordan

But I am fearful of it because I hear she is learned in the Four Books, and learning has never accompanied beauty in women. — Pearl S. Buck

All normal people love meat. If I went to a barbeque and there was no meat, I would say 'Yo Goober! Where's the meat?'. I'm trying to impress people here Lisa. You don't win friends with salad. — Dan Castellaneta

Oh, God, I know I am a sinner. I am sorry for my sins, and I want to turn from them. I trust Christ alone as my Savior, and I confess Him as my Lord. From this moment on, I want to serve Him and follow Him in the fellowship of His church. In Christ's name, I pray. Amen. — Billy Graham

Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo — Jean Cocteau

If success is a habit, it is a hard one to acquire. — Mason Cooley

To do something perfectly, you must not think about what you are doing at all ... Your thoughts are what create imperfections in your actions. They alienate you from the true reality of any action you perform. — Frederick Lenz

When that day of jubilee finally arrives, all of us will be there with you, walking, heads held high, crowns a-glitter, because we do have a right to be here. — Edwidge Danticat

It couldn't last of course. They both knew it. Not the evening, Not the holiday. — Elizabeth Noble

I don't want to regret anything with you. — Adriane Leigh

The question of purpose and meaning becomes obsolete when you think beyond human life. — Vatsal Surti

To abstain from lying is essentially wholesome. — Gautama Buddha

You need a husband and some babies to look after. Otherwise you're going to grow up into a virago ... — Lindsay Armstrong

Abruptly, Adrik snarled, 'I'm glad Sergei's dead. I'm just sorry I didn't get to wring his neck myself.'
'You'd need two hands for that,' said Zoya.
There was a brief, terrible silence, then Adrik scowled and said, 'Okay, stab him. — Leigh Bardugo

[On Chopin's Preludes:]
His genius was filled with the mysterious sounds of nature, but transformed into sublime equivalents in musical thought, and not through slavish imitation of the actual external sounds. His composition of that night was surely filled with raindrops, resounding clearly on the tiles of the Charterhouse, but it had been transformed in his imagination and in his song into tears falling upon his heart from the sky ... The gift of Chopin is [the expression of] the deepest and fullest feelings and emotions that have ever existed. He made a single instrument speak a language of infinity. He could often sum up, in ten lines that a child could play, poems of a boundless exaltation, dramas of unequalled power. — George Sand