Zuchowski Robert Quotes & Sayings

The man who is roused neither by glory nor by danger it is in vain to exhort; terror closes the ears of the mind.
[Lat., Quem neque gloria neque pericula excitant, nequidquam hortere; timor animi auribus officit.] — Sallust

I never liked group work in school. — Brendan Fehr

That was the treachery of suffering. It took you to the point from which you thought death must follow, then let you know it could hold you there indefinitely. That was when you stopped fearing death and started wanting it, praying for it, begging for it. — Glen Duncan

When great causes are on the move in the world, stirring all men's souls, drawing them from their firesides, casting aside comfort, wealth and the pursuit of happiness in response to impulses at once awe-striking and irresistible, we learn that we are spirits, not animals. — Winston Churchill

An inflated balloon
impressive to look at but hollow at the core and easily punctured. — Dianne Feinstein

To be lost is as legitimate a part of your process as being found. — Alex Ebert

Why, in the Peking Opera, are women's roles played by men? ... Because only a man knows how a woman is supposed to act. — David Henry Hwang

wept, and in the wrinkles of old people. In the house of the Manchu Bannerman, — Pearl S. Buck

You shun your spirit,' he murmured, 'every time you agree to sell your days to the city, to measure out your life at the city's pace. — Martin Amis

Christianity has enriched the erotic meal with the appetizer of curiosity and spoiled it with the dessert of remorse. — Karl Kraus

I don't try to take a person out of our world and put them into my world; that wouldn't work. It's sort of like bad Photoshop: If you see something Photoshopped together - and even if it's done pretty well - the eye catches on it. That happens a lot when people try to cut and paste people from our world into their fourteenth-century historical romance novel. — Patrick Rothfuss

He saw an evening when he sat slumped across his desk in that office. It was late and his staff had left; so he could lie there alone, unwitnessed. He was tired. It was as if he had run a race against his own body, and all the exhaustion of years, which he refused to acknowledge, had caught him at once and flattened him against the desk top. He felt nothing, except the desire not to move. He did not have the strength to feel
not even to suffer. He had burned everything there was to burn within him; he had scattered so many sparks to start so many things
and he wondered whether someone could give him now the spark he needed, now when he felt unable ever to rise again. He asked himself who had started him and kept him going. Then he raised his head. Slowly, with the greatest effort of his life, he made his body rise until he was able to sit upright with only one hand pressed to the desk and a trembling arm to support him. He never asked that question again. — Ayn Rand