Slobodkina Foundation Quotes & Sayings

So, that's what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That's what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me. — Charles Bukowski

The spirit of God is mighty upon us. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Waiting for the bus on Sherbrooke today is like waiting to die.
Or what I imagine it would be like. — Fanny Britt

The labor we delight in physics pain. — William Shakespeare

I must show the blacksmith and the shopkeeper once more--two years after marriage--time long enough to have made common people as common to each other as the weed by the roadside; but these are not common to each other yet, and never will be. They will never complain of being _desillusionnes_, for they have never been illuded. They look up each to the other still, because they were right in looking up each to the other from the first. Each was, and therefore each is and will be, real. — George MacDonald

Awful Night! Ancestral mystery of mysteries. — George Eliot

Then, when people saw you strolling around at high noon holding your rosary beads, they'd think, 'Well, that can't be a vampire. — Jeaniene Frost

Kaltain flowed into the room, spreading her arms wide, and became shadowfire, became freedom and triumph, became a promise hissed in a dungeon beneath a glass castle:
Punish them all. — Sarah J. Maas

Figure 1-1 THE PHYSICIAN-AS-EXPERT MODEL. — Michael J. Green

He was dimly aware that if you wish to remain a human being under Fascism, there is an easier option than survival
death. — Vasily Grossman

For years they've grumbled that England is a cesspool governed by an immoral king under the spell of the Whore of Babylon, which is their cute nickname for the pope. — Sarah Vowell

I do my best to limit the amount of compromise in my life so I have more time to do what I want. Not hanging out with many people really helps. I am not a people person and I spend a great deal of time on my own and in this environment, I get a lot done. — Henry Rollins

Even so long after sunset, the sky in the west was touched with feather-strokes of crimson and black. The wind was blowing from the east, which meant that even in the middle of the city you could breathe in desert: sand and grit, cactus and coyotes, the burning scent of sage. — Cassandra Clare