Rahne Putri Quotes

#1. Vulgarity in a king flatters the majority of the nation.

George Bernard Shaw

#2. Life ... is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself.

Madeleine L'Engle

#3. I wonder what kind of sound it would make if I were to smash this glass against the side of his head.

Colleen Hoover

#4. We are getting into semantics again. If we use words, there is a very grave danger they will be misinterpreted.

H.R. Haldeman

#5. But then you hear that he can't hear you, you see that he can't see you. You are not here
and you haven't even died yet. You see yourself through his eyes, as The Generic Woman, the skirted symbol on the ladies' room door.

Melissa Bank

#6. Progress is more of a challenge for the cynic but also more important and urgent, since for the optimist things aren't that bad and are bound to get better anyway.

Julian Baggini

#7. She is not a cookie. Neither is she a biscuit, a PopTart, Sweet TART, apple tart, or any other kind of pastry. She is my apprentice.

Jim Butcher

#8. Try picking on someone who can handle you, you worthless little limp dick of a shit." In retrospect I could have picked my taunts a little better. Obviously, the Horned God was very sensitive about his equipment.

K.H. Koehler

#9. Wind comes in, your candle tips over and flares up, and a loose tent-flap catches fire, and through the widening black-edged gap you can see the eyes of the howlers, red and shining in the light from your burning paper shelter, but you keep on writing anyway because what else can you do?

Margaret Atwood

#10. I believe that even today we can only tell a simple story without really interfering with gameplay. But in the future, I think it will almost be a requirement of all storytellers when they create games, how they can tell a more complex story without conflicting with the gameplay.

Hideo Kojima

#11. I myself incline to drift, to accept a lesser situation rather than strive for a greater, and yet, I know that character in life and art is only made by an effort that is quite beyond one's ordinary everyday acceptance of things as they are.

Lawren Harris

#12. Down the endless halls of quilt
My silver thread of tears is split.
My fingerbone the key that broke
My blood the oil that smooth the lock.

Catherine Fisher