Socratica Python Quotes & Sayings

Gratitude is thankfulness expressed in action. — William George Jordan

Emma gasped. "You drank faerie wine? Cristina! That's how you black out and wake up the next day under a bridge with a tattoo that says I LOVE HELICOPTERS. — Cassandra Clare

My children are my children. There's no doubt about that at all. They're very strong towards me, very protective, and I towards them. It works both ways. — Kiri Te Kanawa

Dreams are like letters from God. Isn't it time you answered your mail? — Marie-Louise Von Franz

If you think that what you're doing is not all that important in the larger scheme of things and that you're just an insignificant creature in the whole wide world, which is full of six billion people, and that people are born and die every day and it makes no difference to future generations what you write, and that writing and reading are increasingly irrelevant activities, you'd probably never get out of bed. — Pankaj Mishra

In the end, perhaps we should simply imagine a joke; a long joke that's continually retold in an accent too thick and strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke my friends. The soul is the punch line. — Tom Robbins

And so he poured himself with renewed determination into her arms, into her conversations, into her fears and jokes and stories, hoping that this intimacy would finally smother all memory of Amy Mulvaney. — Richard Flanagan

Adrian was completely deadpan. 'So. You're saying my sister is dressed like a prostitute. — Richelle Mead

Demon pox,' said Will with the satisfaction of the truly vindicated. — Cassandra Clare

Martin Luther King, Jr.'s peaceful, determined struggle for social justice, and Sargent Shriver, who launched the Peace Corps, were early heroes. A career of public service was the ultimate aspiration. — Queen Noor Of Jordan

Because you never know when the day before ... Is the day before. Prepare for tomorrow. — Bobby Akart

Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes Run mad, as if mad is a different direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a separate country entirely. But when you go mad you don't go any other place, you stay where you are. And somebody else comes in. — Margaret Atwood

Barbee had wondered about insanity, sometimes with a brooding dread - for his own father, whom he scarcely remembered, had died in the forbidding stone pile of the state asylum. He had vaguely supposed that a mental breakdown must be somehow strange and thrilling, with an exciting conflict of horrible depression and wild elation. But perhaps it was more often like this, just a baffled apathetic retreat from problems grown too difficult to solve. — Jack Williamson