Thronos Predator Quotes & Sayings

Why do Britons keep stabbing each other in August? Why do seaside hotels burn down in August? Why do children disappear in August, examinations get easier and Heathrow become the world's worst airport? The answer lies not in reality but in appearance. News editors abhor a vacuum. Half an hour of airtime and 10 pages of news must be filled each day, whatever the weather. — Simon Jenkins

It is no disparagement to the garden to say it will not fence and weed itself, nor prune its own fruit trees, nor roll and cut its own lawns ... It will remain a garden only if someone does all these things to it ... If you want to see the difference between [the garden's] contribution and the gardener's, put the commonest weed it grows side by side with his hoes rakes, shears, and a packet of weed killer; you have put beauty, energy, and fecundity beside dead, steril things. Just so, our 'decency and common sense' show grey and deathlike beside the geniality of love. — C.S. Lewis

Sometimes, Ultraviolet, things feel true to us even if they're not. — Jennifer Niven

It had been impossible to get away from her own darkness. Or so she thought.
Here she was basking in the light of a beautiful bad man. — V. Theia

Bring Solomon Gorge to God that he might purge the sin from this evil land! — Lucian Bane

Allow yourself to see the good in people. Not every sinister face harbors a wicked heart. — Nike Thaddeus

Everybody always resolves to start exercising, but they never do. You know why ? Because it's January. Who wants to go jogging in the freezing cold ? — Ellen DeGeneres

The idea of a youth-based society that you live in for a certain time and then you no longer live anymore is an interesting idea for a movie, but you need young people that people want to go see. — Joel Silver

Illegal immigration can never be completely stopped, no matter how high the wall or how many patrol agents you have watching it. — Gail Collins

I knew the earth was rotating, and I with it, and Saint-Martin-des-Champs and all Paris with me, and that together we were rotating beneath the Pendulum, whose own plane never changed direction, because up there, along the infinite extrapolation of its wire beyond the choir ceiling, up toward the most distant galaxies, lay the Only Fixed Point in the universe, eternally unmoving. — Umberto Eco