Unraveld Quotes & Sayings

Sometimes, as in a great novel, you cannot see until you get to the end that God was leaving clues for you all along. — Lauren F. Winner

Kindly permit me to tell you, sir, that I hate you. I hate you and your child, as I hate the life of which you are the representative: cheap, ridiculous, but yet triumphant life, the everlasting antipodes and deadly enemy of beauty. I cannot say I despise you - for I am honest. You are stronger than I. I have no armour for the struggle between us, I have only the Word, avenging weapon of the weak. Today I have availed myself of this weapon. This letter is nothing but an act of revenge - you see how honourable I am - and if any word of mine is sharp and bright and beautiful enough to strike home, to make you feel the presence of a power you do not know, to shake even a minute your robust equilibrium, I shall rejoice indeed. - — Thomas Mann

[The] act of gratitude is nowadays is probably more often neglected than overdone. — William F. Buckley Jr.

Above all, in comedy, and again and again since classical times, passages can be found in which the level of representation is interrupted by references to the spectators or to the fictive nature of the play. — Paul Watzlawick

True power wasn't convincing a cowardly lot to be afraid of something that people were already afraid of; it was giving them a complex that made them run screaming when a fluffy kitten came bounding into the room. — Seanan McGuire

Tony smothered the life that me and Ma had built, a furry mould growing over a sweating slab of cheese. — Kerry Hudson

Morally as well as physically, there is only one world, and we all have to live in it — Mary Midgley

There's no reason for unhappiness if you're living with nice design. — Isaac Mizrahi

New York is kind of a mythological city in may ways. — Paul Dano

Father died. You need to come home. — Kate Perry

After many ponderous experiments the first crematorium was opened in December 1920 in Petrograd. It could manage barely 120 bodies a month, and, in February 1921, cremated itself when the wooden roof caught fire. — Martin Amis

Sin on a hot biscuit. — Sara Wolf

And so Yorick did not become a good citizen, but a Hamlet, a fool. — Gunter Grass