Tomazooma Quotes & Sayings

It is not only God who punishes for sin, but sin establishes itself in the sinner and takes its toll. — Oswald Chambers

I'm seen as a chronicler of the class system, which I don't think is unfair. — Julian Fellowes

You simply have to move forward despite all the notions about how we are supposed to be. — Nancy Horan

Carpe diem they say, Seize the day, Because before long, Tomorrow will dawn, And you will be gone. — Laura Thalassa

However you disguise slavery, it is slavery still. Its chains, though wreathed with roses, not only fasten on the body but rivet on the mind. — Jane Porter

The problem with being Irish ... is having 'Riverdance' on your back. It's a burden at times. — Roddy Doyle

Do you suppose it's true, that St. Patrick was a parselmouth, and his muggle friends never knew? — Dave Beard

The common hill-flowers wither, but they blossom again. The laburnum will be as yellow next June as it is now. In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis, and year after year the green night of its leaves will hold its purple stars. But we never get back our youth. — Oscar Wilde

We've the new hard-steel, though why they're all so hot to pay twice the price when men're soft as clay and even wood will pierce the boldest belly, I can't say. — Janet Morris

In the end, the problem was not grief. Grief was the first cause, perhaps, but it soon gave way to something else - something more tangible, more calculable in its effects, more violent in the damage it produced. A whole chain of forces had been set in motion, and at a certain point I began to wobble, to fly in greater and greater circles around myself, until at last I spun out of orbit. — Paul Auster

The use of great men is to serve the little men, to take care of the human race, and act as practical interpreters of justice and truth. — Theodore Parker

Apparently I wasn't in the mood to listen to myself. — Obert Skye

Populism has had as many incarnations as it has had provocations, but its constant ingredient has been resentment, and hence whininess. Populism does not wax in tranquil times; it is a cathartic response to serious problems. But it always wanes because it never seems serious as a solution. — George Will

A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies, chatter. This he had preserved. Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death. — Virginia Woolf