Volantis Rsps Quotes & Sayings

Generally speaking, rhyme is the marker for the end of a line. The first rhyme-word is like a challenge thrown down, which the poem itself has to respond to. — James Fenton

You can't claim you're for peace if you're not willing to disturb it. — Bill Maher

The common people say, that physicians are the class
of people who kill other men in the most polite and
courteous manner. — John Of Salisbury

PAIN as the difference between a desired state and an existing state. To properly diagnose a prospect's PAIN, you simply need to answer the following four questions: 1. What is the source of the prospect's most prominent PAIN? 2. What level or degree is the intensity of that PAIN? 3. What is the level of urgency requiring the PAIN to be solved? 4. Is my prospect aware of and does he/she acknowledge his/her own PAIN? — Patrick Renvoise

She would stay there, flying across the sea like a mermaid with wings, until the end. — Natalia Marx

If you do an interview in 1960, something it's bound to change by the year 2000. And if it doesn't, then there's something drastically wrong. — John Hurt

Dont be sorry for loving someone — S.C. Stephens

There are things to be learned even from the dead. — George R R Martin

My imagination is as rich as my bank account is empty. — Dean Koontz

Where the vivacity of the intellect and the strength of the passions exceed the development of the moral faculties the character is likely to be embittered or corrupted by extremes, either of adversity or prosperity. — Anna Brownell Jameson

Everything that is born will eventually die and everything that is created will eventually be destroyed. — Philip A.K. Ovland

There are things one must do for oneself. — Robert Mugabe

When wealth is lost, little is lost. When health is lost, something is lost, but when character is lost ALL is lost! — Cheyenne Mitchell

We thrust our babies into the air again and again, showing them what it felt like to be a mother, to be terrifyingly in love without the option of getting off. — Miranda July

Ye gave me a child, mo nighean donn," he said softly, into the cloud of my hair. "We are together for always. She is safe; and we will live forever now, you and I." He kissed me, very lightly, and laid his head upon the pillow next to me. "Brianna," he whispered, in that odd Highland way that made the name his own. — Diana Gabaldon