Tiefes Bedauern Quotes & Sayings

Fabre stood up. He placed his fingertips on d'Anton's temples. "Put your fingers here," he said. "Feel the resonance. Put them here, and here." He jabbed at d'Anton's face: below the cheekbones, at the side of his jaw. "I'll teach you like an actor," he said. "This city is our stage."
Camille said: "Book of Ezekiel. 'This city is the cauldron, and we the flesh' ..."
Fabre turned. "This stutter," he said. "You don't have to do it." Camille put his hands over his eyes. "Leave me alone," he said. "Even you." Fabre's face was incandescent. "Even you, I am going to teach." He leapt forward, wrenched Camille upright in his chair. He took him by the shoulders and shook him. "You're going to talk properly," Fabre said. "Even if it kills one of us." Camille put his hands protectively over his head. Fabre continued to perpetrate violence; d'Anton was too tired to intervene. — Hilary Mantel

You have to protect yourself at all times. What goes around comes around. — Floyd Mayweather Jr.

Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace,And not to chance as others do,That I was born of Christian race,And not a Heathen, or a Jew. — Isaac Watts

Women were the ones that held the reins, it emerged. — Anne Tyler

It doesn't matter what has happened, better things are coming. God's plan produces hope in me. — James MacDonald

You know, just once, I'd like my life to be all about spending Sunday afternoon in my pajamas, — Seanan McGuire

When black fury meets white denial, you have the combustible and fundamentally changed race relations we live in today. — Ferial Haffajee

It was just me and him, there in that place where tragedy had happened, where I thought my life had ended. But somehow, he made it seem like a home again.
Somehow, he gave it back to me. — T.J. Klune

What has happened to the dreams of the United Nations' founders? What has happened to the spirit which created the United Nations? The answer is clear: Governments got in the way of the dreams of the people. — Ronald Reagan

Our yesterdays Are like a lonely and a ruined land Wherein a breeze of recollection sighs
A fading land to which is no return. — Henry Abbey

Life laughs at predictions and introduces words where we imagined silences, and sudden returns when we thought we would never see each other again. — Jose Saramago

How much of our earth has been wet by blood because of jealousy! And at the end of life, what does it all matter? We grow old and the young look at us and can never see that once we made a kingdom ring for love. — Bernard Cornwell