This Savage Song Quotes & Sayings

It's call a Triquetra, the balance of the mind, body and spirit. A Celtic symbol. - Evan — Mira Monroe

The night Kate Harker decided to burn down the school chapel, she wasn't angry or drunk. She was desperate. — V.E Schwab

I made my money turning around distressed or bankrupt companies. I did 50-some of them in my career ... I started on a shoestring and eventually built up quite a fortune. — Michael Heisley

Are you proud of yourself, Katherine?"
She studied her nails. "Quite. — Victoria Schwab

I'm going to take care of you now. I'm going to fill you so deep that you're going to wish you could touch me, but you can't." Yes. "You're going to come each time I slip in." Yes. "You're going to ask me to stop to catch your breath." Yes. "I won't. — Krista Ritchie

Oh the madness of battle! We fear it, we celebrate it, the poets sing of it, and when it fills the blood like fire it is a real madness. It is joy! All the terror is swept away, a man feels he could live for ever, he sees the enemy retreating, knows he himself is invincible, that even the gods would shrink from his blade and his bloodied shield. And I was still keening that mad song, the battle song of slaughter, the sound that blotted out the screams of dying men and the crying of the wounded. It is fear, of course, that feeds the battle madness, the release of fear into savagery. You win in the shield wall by being more savage than your enemy, by turning his savagery back into fear. — Bernard Cornwell

And she was *happy*. The kind of happy that smoothed time into still frames. — Victoria Schwab

A song says something to us that we can't hear in any other way. There is a kind of magic to it. Music does not simply soothe the savage breast, it reaches to our better nature, wouldn't we all agree? — Ivan Doig

In sales, a referral is the key to the door of resistance. — Bo Bennett

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song. — Walter Savage Landor

The essence of profound insight is simplicity. — James C. Collins

The Difference Between Art and Life is that Art is More Bearable — Charles Bukowski

You have to have the capacity and the ability to take what people did, and how they did it, and forgive them and move on. — John Lewis

Even a few moments of offering lovingkindness can reconnect you with the purity of your loving heart. — Tara Brach

Today the world belongs only to the stupid, the insensitive and the agitated. Today the right to live and triumph is awarded on virtually the same basis as admission into an insane asylum: an inability to think, amorality, and nervous excitability. 176 — Fernando Pessoa

He'd been about to turn away when she lifted her face to the moon and sang.
It was not in any language that he knew. Not in the common tongue, or in Eyllwe, or in the languages of Fenharrow or Melisande, or anywhere else on the continent
This language was ancient, each word full of power and rage and agony.
She did not have a beautiful voice. And many of the words sounded like half sobs, the vowels stretched by the pangs of sorrow, the consonants hardened by anger. She beat her breast in time, so full of savage grace, so at odds with the black gown and veil she wore. The hair on the back of his neck stood as the lament poured from her mouth, unearthly and foreign, a song of grief so old that it predated the stone castle itself.
And the the song finished, its end as butal and sudden as Nehemia's death had been.
She stood there a few moments, silent and unmoving. — Sarah J. Maas

For me, what works best is to try to eat healthy and not worry about the scale. — Tempestt Bledsoe

A Franciscan Benediction — Philip Yancey

Talbot's eyes widened as he recognised Daniel. The four lost boys got out of the car and stood behind their alpha.
"So he's back?" Talbot asked.
"Yep." I couldn't stop smiling a bit and thinking of that song from the oldies station my Grandpa Kramer used to listen to. My boyfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble ... — Bree Despain

People of old deemed freedom from greed precious, and this is how they got beyond the world. — Zicheng Hong

There was a song in this forest, too, but it was a savage song, whispering of madness and tearing and rage. — Naomi Novik

A slave stands infront of Allah on two occasions. The first during salah, and secondly on the Day of Judgment. Whoseover stands correctly in the first, the second standing will be made easier for him. And whosoever, disregards the first standing, the second standing will be extremely difficult. — Ibn Qayyim Al-Jawziyya

We no longer live in a post-Christian society, we live in an anti-Christian society, one in which the Christian faith is dismissed or ridiculed and Christians are considered suspect and their motives and behavior berated. — Josh McDowell