Wolfenstein The New Order Deathshead Quotes & Sayings

The roster of Nobel Peace Prize winners, though it has some strange people on it from time to time, tends to feature folks who fought for social justice in a nonviolent and constructive way somehow. — Guy Burgess

It is considered in England and the United States that the Government of South Africa is altogether too harsh with its native peoples. It is sadly humorous to notice that the native in South Africa, however, holds an exactly reverse opinion and the fault he finds with the South African Government is that it is far too lenient in its administration of laws throughout the native populace. — L. Ron Hubbard

I... heard a low whistle. I jerked my head up to see Chris standing on the top of the steps next to Tristan. Pervy little boy. He leaned toward his brother, whispering loudly, "Trist, she looks really pretty!"
My cheeks burned and Tristan gave his brother a smack on the back of the head. "Shut up! She can hear you! — Renee Carter

Lovers and mystics are familiar with this sense of grandeur, this taste of joy - in abandoning oneself to the will of others. — Anne Desclos

I remember working with Ray Charles when I was quite young, and I would wonder, 'Why would he sing 'Georgia On My Mind' and 'I Can't Stop Loving You' every night?' I said, 'Oh my God if I have to sing these songs, if I have to sing 'I Can't Stop Loving You' one more night, I'm going to fall out.' Of course, I was young and I didn't understand. — Merry Clayton

A cat is friendly in a hollow sort of way, like the way a prostitute is friendly. — Jonathan-David Jackson

When I found my dad, I knew things were going to change forever, but sitting next to her, getting ready to see my dad buried, I felt it in a different way. Everything ached.
This reminds me of that - how it aches.
But it's a better ache, too.
I'm hopeful.
I can't remember the last time I felt hopeful. — Courtney Summers

A warm sensation fluttered over my body, causing me to shiver in delight. I blushed, even though no one else was in the room. — Inger Iversen

Why did I, like thousands of others, have to carry a cross I hadn't chosen, a cross which was not made for my shoulders and which didn't concern me? Who decided to come rummaging around in my obscure existence, invade my gray anonymity, my meager tranquility, and bowl me like a little ball in a great game of skittles? God? Well, in that case, if He exists, if He really exists, let Him hide His face. Let Him put His two hands on His head, and let Him bow down. It may be, as Peiper used to teach us, that many men are unworthy of Him, but now I know that He, too, is unworthy of most of us, and that if the creature is capable of producing horror, it's solely because his Creator has slipped him the recipe for it. — Philippe Claudel