Transpositions For Brass Quotes & Sayings

You were true to her, even if she was not to you. Never repent of your own goodness, child. To stay true in the face of evil is a feat of great strength."
"Strength," she said with a little laugh. "I gave her strength, and look what she did with it. — Laini Taylor

Unlike some men, I had never drunk for boldness or charm or wit; I had used alcohol for precisely what it was, a depressant to check the mental exhilaration produced by extended sobriety. — Frederick Exley

The air scored his throat on each breath like crushed glass. — Nora Roberts

No single man makes history. History cannot be seen, just as one cannot see grass growing. Wars and revolutions, kings and Robespierres, are history's organic agents, its yeast. But revolutions are made by fanatical men of action with one-track mind, geniuses in their ability to confine themselves to a limited field. They overturn the old order in a few hours or days, the whole upheaval takes a few weeks or at most years, but the fanatical spirit that inspired the upheavals is worshiped for decades thereafter, for centuries. — Boris Pasternak

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does. — Elizabeth Scott

When wisdom reaches the acme of perfection, it will suppress the vicious instincts and injurious desires. — Ali Ibn Abi Talib

Once you start altering your body's blueprint, things start falling apart. Some players take steroids, and two years later, after they've broken records, suddenly they have back problems, shoulder problems, arm problems. They're out of the game for good. — Charlie Sheen

Life is shit, thought Pelletier in astonishment, all of it. — Roberto Bolano

If evils increase, the devotion of the People of God should also increase. — Pope Paul VI

The young know how truly difficult and dreadful youth can be. Their youth is wasted on everyone else, that's the horror. The young have no authority, no respect. — Anne Rice

Somehow, what they'd had was already over, and she hadn't even been aware of the end. This happened with roses: it was possible to take them for granted all summer as they wound along fences and gates, and then in September, when they faded, how beautiful they'd once been suddenly took hold. That was when people began to yearn for them, and all winter long they'd watch the bare branches for buds, vowing that this time they'd be grateful for all that they had. — Alice Hoffman