Xash Quotes & Sayings

Beauty really has to do with the way a person carries it off — Andy Warhol

There is someone for everyone, i'nt there. That's always my thing. And it's reassuring I think. — Karl Pilkington

War is the health of the state. — Randolph Bourne

To this day I would rather see a fish, creep up to him and watch his rise to my fly than catch half a dozen fish unseen until they take. — Roderick Haig-Brown

God created me to love you. Let me heal the cracks in your heart. — Gail McHugh

The way that is bright seems dull. The way forward seems to lead back. The smooth way seems rough. The highest virtue seems a valley. The purest whiteness seems stained. Excessive virtue seems defective. Solid virtue seems inactive. — Lao-Tzu

Anything having to do with what is happening inside people has political significance to me. That is why I like the term "holistic politics." — Marianne Williamson

Education and democracy have the same goal: the fullest possible development of human capabilities. — Paul Wellstone

I've always had a problem with people who couldn't tell the truth or admit a mistake and say they're wrong. — Burt Bacharach

Lack of comfort means we are on the threshold of new insights. — Lawrence M. Krauss

The members of the circle ... [were] performing a peculiar caper based on Mrs. Shawcross's fancy of what a Saxon dance might have seemed like. ("Did Saxons dance?" Pamela asked. "You never think of them dancing.") — Kate Atkinson

I like my clothes tight enough to show I'm a woman, but loose enough to show I'm a lady. — Mae West

Ladies, it is not your education, status or personality that has brought you here but the elegance of God which was still and still working upon you. — Angela Merkel

This is where my story begins. Or ends. I can never really decide. — Tara Sivec

The man wrote his message.
Are you really a boy, like Xash says? the god asked Arin. You've been mine for twenty years. I raised you.
The Valorian signed the scrap of paper.
Cared for you.
The message was rolled, sealed, and pushed into a tiny leather tube.
Watched over you when you thought you were alone.
The captain tied the tube to a hawk's leg. The bird was too large to be a kestrel. It didn't have a kestrel's markings. It cocked its head, turning its glass-bead eyes on Arin.
No, not a boy. A man made in my image ... one who knows he can't afford to be seen as weak.
The hawk launched into the sky.
You're mine, Arin. You know what you must do.
Arin cut the Valorian's throat. — Marie Rutkoski