I should learn patience, it’s a shame there’s no time for that.

O The irony of man, he thinks his past generation did not repeat the same way of thinking, either intelligently or foolishly.

(About sweeping)….What he was in FACT doing was moving the dirt around with a broom, to give it a change of scenery and a chance to make new friends.

and their days make no story for they were good and joyful and without event

It is extremely dangerous to encourage people to see themselves as [inherently] exceptional, whatever the motivation. There are big countries and small countries, rich and poor, those with long democratic traditions and those still finding their way to democracy. Their policies differ, too. We are all different, but when we ask for the Lord’s blessings,...

Ridiculous,” he said breathlessly. “You ought to give up detecting and try fantasy writing.

The speed felt tremendous. And the bottom of the ravine was treacherous. She ought to control her mount somehow – slow it; steer it to safer footing. Of course. And while she was at it, she ought to defeat the Alend Monarch’s army, take care of Master Gilbur and the arch-Imager Vagel, and produce peace...

I’d know if I wasn’t fully human, wouldn’t I? Wouldn’t there be some sort of sign, pointed ears or wings or something like that?–Meghan Chase

And on the pedestal these words appear: ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’ Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

He sure put things into words good.

Everyone Deserves An Equal Footing.

Regret and pangs of conscience are feelings we assign to others to make the world seem a little more fair, to even things out a little and provide consolation. In reality, those who do wrong to us never think about us as much as we think about them, and that is the ultimate irony: their...

Political convictions then were of the utmost importance, so intensely felt that it was difficult even for well-balanced and temperate men to think of the opposition party without bitterness. To the rank and file of the Federalists, the Democrats seemed a vulgar, ignorant mob at best, at worst a group of “knaves and blockheads.” To...

Depend upon it, sir, when a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.

To condemn slavery was one thing—that I could do in my own individual heart—but female ministers!

I wouldn’t be caught dead sacrificing myself for this country.

Have you ever noticed how good things go to those who hate?

I had a dream about you painting the scene of a house fire. The clocks were melting and Salvador Dali was riding around in a clown car muttering something about irony.

VLADIMIR: Moron!ESTRAGON: Vermin!VLADIMIR: Abortion!ESTRAGON: Morpion!VLADIMIR: Sewer-rat!ESTRAGON: Curate!VLADIMIR: Cretin!ESTRAGON: (with finality). Crritic!VLADIMIR: Oh!He wilts, vanquished, and turns away.

My mother had not acted for ten years. Not since a reviewer wrote that her portrayal of Lady Macbeth put him in mind of an exasperated society hostess burdened with unmannerly guests who had lost the new tennis balls, left the bathrooms in a mess, and finished the gin.

An unhappy ending makes it literature rather than romantic fiction.

For the whole earth is the tomb of famous men; not only are they commemorated by columns and inscriptions in their own country, but in foreign lands there dwells also an unwritten memorial of them, graven not on stone but in the hearts of men. Make them your examples, and, esteeming courage to be freedom...

I’m being ironic. Don’t interrupt a man in the midst of being ironic, it’s not polite. There!

As usual I was working the graveyard shift—an irony I reveled in—at an emergency call center. What other shift would a vampire feel comfortable working?

We give up our power to the very people who took it away from us in the first place.

He smelled the smells of commerce and listened to the cursing of the sailors, both of which he admired: the former, as it reeked of wealth, and the latter because it combined his two other chief preoccupations, these being theology and anatomy.

I’d kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.

We always feel the brunt of the blow dealt to us, but hardly ever do we feel the impact we have on others. Why is that?

Is there some irony here? Probably. But sometimes in order to enact real reform, interesting alliances have to be made.

Funny, though, I don’t feel too bad.

How much truth is contained in something can be best determined by making it thoroughly laughable and then watching to see how much joking around it can take. For truth is a matter that can withstand mockery, that is freshened by any ironic gesture directed at it. Whatever cannot withstand satire is false.

I actually feel quite self-indulgent at the moment, telling you all about me, me, me.(…) On the other hand, you’re a human -you should understand self obsession.

They say a woman’s loyalty only lasts as long as it takes her to hang up and dial again.

Anyway, if the Cetagandans really wanted to assassinate you, they’d hardly do it here. They’d slip something subtle under your skin that wouldn’t go off for six months, and then would drop you mysteriously and untraceably in your tracks

…queira Deus que nunca se extinga a caridade para que não venha a acabar-se a pobreza…

Facebook is that successful guy you’re supposed to want to date, but you can’t keep your mind off the beautiful freak in the corner. Twitter is my freak.

Everybody granted that if “Tom” were white and free it would be unquestionably right to punish him–it would be no loss to anybody; but to shut up a valuable slave for life–that was quite another matter. As soon as the Governor understood the case, he pardoned Tom at once, and the creditors sold him down...

The irony is, nothing is more frightening than being frightened.

The Blue Jay’s Lullaby—Spiders and sowbugs and beetles and crickets, Slugs from the roses and ticks from the thickets, Grasshoppers, snails, and a quail’s egg or two— All to be regurgitated for you.Lullaby, lullaby, swindles and schemes, Flying’s not near as much fun as it seems.

Sixty years of virginity tried in vain to dam the waters of instinct as they burst through the granite of good intentions,the rock of irreproachablee conduct.

The irony of life: Realizing a lifetime is barely long enough to figure out how it should have been lived.

You cut life to pieces with your epigrams.

When did I start feeling so safe with him? I guess knowing that my friends wouldn’t set me up with some psycho criminal helps.

What do you think the Order is going to do?” he asks. “Help us open a door to Hell, if we’re lucky,” I reply. Lucky. Ha ha. The irony.

Seven pillars of wisdom propping the roof of the temple. Always remember what there’s beyond the pillars.

I don’t get you people. You watch the Godfather on television and tons of people are getting shot and stabbed to death, blood splattering everywhere and it is entertaining. But, when they killed a horse, people were outraged.

Her beauty was a weapon. A loaded gun, with the barrel pointed at her own head.

The irony was not lost on any of us that despite the theme there was a robot on the throne.

Somewhere fate laughs in her far-off country, because now I am the human and it is Grace I will lose again and again, immer wieder, always the same, every winter, losing more of her each year, unless I find a cure.

Yet you believe those things won’t come if you serve your Lord? You know what they say about the road to Hell, Judas.