Longclaw Quotes

#1. In the bosom of success lie not delights but deprivations

Wasif Ali Wasif

#2. In fine weather the old gentelman is almost constantly in the garden; and when it is too wet to go into it, he will look out the window at it, by the hour together. He has always something to do there, and you will see him digging, and sweeping, and cutting, and planting, with manifest delight.

Charles Dickens

#3. Pal, if you ever look up the word right in a dictionary, you'll find it's one of the oldest words in the English language. Even so, people have never stopped arguing about what it means. I suspect they always will.

Avi

#4. Golf is a lot like sex. It's something you can enjoy all your life. And if you remain an amateur, you get to pick your own playing partners.

Jess Sweetser

#5. He's written some great songs. I thought that 'Blues Man' was a perfect song for me to do as a tribute.

Alan Jackson

#6. I have to prove myself five times over.

Eleanor Mondale

#7. I've kissed a prince, Mom. I hope it doesn't turn into a frog.

E.L. James

#8. Out. The smile that Lord Janos Slynt smiled then had all the sweetness of rancid butter. Until Jon said, "Edd, fetch me a block," and unsheathed Longclaw.

George R R Martin

#9. If a God tends to reinforce the prejudices in a society instead of diminishing them from the society, then such God is worse than Cancer.

Abhijit Naskar

#10. When they finished laughing they were on their way to being not just friends, but the dearest of friends, the sort of friends whose lives are shaped by the friendship.

Robin McKinley

#11. Don't ever underestimate the people who love you.

Benjamin Alire Saenz

#12. Democracy is not a solution but a way of seeking solutions -- not a form of State devoted to this or that particular end...but a form of State devoted, whatever its end may be, to a single means and method of determining that end.

Ernest Barker

#13. I don't see why a maid should take a husband when she's bold enough to fight her own battles,

Thomas Hardy

#14. A squirrel, Ratatosk, lives in the branches of the world-tree. It takes gossip and messages from Nidhogg, the dread corpse-eater, to the eagle and back again. The squirrel tells lies to both of them, and takes joy in provoking anger.

Neil Gaiman