Vecchioni Robinson Quotes & Sayings

Each of us has something within us which won't be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die. We are what we are, that's all. Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast, singing its heart out and dying. Because it has to, its self-knowledge can't affect or change the outcome, can it? Everyone singing his own little song, convinced it's the most wonderful song the world has ever heard. Don't you see? We create our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost. All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it. — Colleen McCullough

Biffy didn't like enigmas - they were out of fashion. — Gail Carriger

I live my life one day at a time. — Ruth Duccini

How did you-"
Fool your guards? They're not very good, the forgot to check the ceiling for spiders."Valek grinned. His angular face softened. — Maria V. Snyder

You zapped your own brain?"
"And it didn't do me any harm apart from the dizziness and the vomiting spells and the weirdly persistent ringing in my ears. Also the blackouts and the moodswings and the creeping paranoia. Apart from that, zero side effects, if you don't count numb fingertips. Which I don't."
"Because he also lost the ability to count," said Donegan.
"That was temporary," snapped Gracious. — Derek Landy

If you're at the end of your rope ... untie the knot in your heart. — Cooper Edens

The necessity of the idea creates its own style. The material itself dictates how it should be written. — William Faulkner

The most reliable way to forecast the future is to try to understand the present. — John Naisbitt

Anyone who wants more out of life and is frustrated enough to do something about it can learn and apply what winners do. — Larry Weidel

I felt very low. I had been unmasked only that morning by Jay Cee herself, and I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true. After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of race. — Sylvia Plath