Sloveso Fahren Quotes & Sayings

Evil comes often to a man with money; tyranny comes surely to him without it. I say this, who am Mathurin Kerbouchard, a homeless wanderer upon the earth's far roads. I speak as one who has known hunger and feast, poverty and riches, the glory of the sword and the humility of the defenseless. Hunger inspires no talent, and carried too far, it deadens the faculties and destroys initiative ... — Louis L'Amour

When you take the high road you will see things that some people can't. — Shannon L. Alder

Hip-hop in Africa has been very often a duplication of an American experience, but in a context that's totally alien to it. — K'naan

Caring for people often takes the form of concern for the quality of their stories, not for their feelings. — Daniel Kahneman

Sending you sincere condolences and the wish that the passing of time eases your sorrow. — Margaret Jones

There is a light that glimmers along the darkening edge of an infinite horizon. In that light the heart finds what the heart seeks. In that light, Dumbo goes where his beloved Zombie goes. In that light, a boy named Ben Parish finds his baby sister. In that light, Marika saves a little girl called Teacup. In that light promises are kept, dreams realized, time redeemed.
And Zombie's voice speeding Dumbo toward the light "You made it private. You found me."
No darkness slamming down. No endless fall into lightlessness. All was light when I felt Dumbo's soul break the horizon.
Lost, found, and all was light. — Rick Yancey

Are there any writers on the literary scene whom I consider truly great? Yes: Truman Capote. — Truman Capote

As like a church and an ale-house, God and the devell, they manie times dwell neere to ether. — Thomas Nash

And the rest of the story?" he asked, trying to force a smile. "Is that like everything else in POT, on a need-to-know basis?"
She nodded.
The waiter came to their table, but must have sensed his timing was off and went away again.
She opened her mouth to say something. Harry could see that she was on the verge of tears. She bit her lower lip. Then she put the napkin down on the tablecloth, shoved her chair back, stood up without a word and left. Harry remained, sitting and staring at the napkin. She must have been squeezing it in her hand for some time, he mused, because it was crumpled up into a ball. He watched it slowly unfold like a white paper flower. — Jo Nesbo

Sometimes mercy is not a kindness and pity is not love. — Karen Maitland

The air itself was ebony, like the denial, the refutation, of the idea of light. — Martin Amis