Roy M. Griffis > Quotes

“Merry Christmas, my friend. I do this in His Name.”
― Roy M. Griffis, The Old World

“Her enslavement by the Reds had been as unjust, but the world, like the typhus germ, moved ahead blindly with nothing of care or consideration or justice. It was the mechanism of reality.”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Four: Charlotte The Blind Machinery of the World

“In the end, we are naught but our choices and what we do about them.”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Six: Ringside at the Circus of the Fallen

“a prominent, neatly painted sign. No Chinese or Dogs Allowed. There was something so casually ugly about that sentiment against the setting of the beautiful little park. This contrast he would see again and again, the beautiful side-by-side with the appalling.”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Three: Robert The Ingenuities of Hell

“he emerged from the mud, midwifed by the gravedigger and his brethren,”
― Roy M. Griffis, The Old World

“but Paul spoke the finest truth. That love is the highest of all. Love…true love…it allows one to endure much, to bear the refining fire that burns away the dross, to leave us as the pure beings our Father intended.” Matron took the young nurse’s hand. “I see so much that is good and lovely in you, daughter. Yet I fear you have only begun your time in the fire.”
― Roy M. Griffis, The Old World

“The smoking room was mostly empty (unlike the Long Bar), but it did smell rather musty with the uneasy ghosts of so many pipes and cigars.”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Three: Robert The Ingenuities of Hell

“the wan light that made its way past the thin curtain were aggressively displaying every failing of the world around her.”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Two: Charlotte Through the Ocean of Fire

“Unexpressed, as if too momentous to put into words or even a vague understanding, was the realization that there were good men in the world, in spite of the wickedness she had seen committed by men’s hands. Yet she strove to ignore this thought, for it offered her the most frightening thing of all:  hope.”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Four: Charlotte The Blind Machinery of the World

“It was their first encounter with what the locals called the “Automat,” a clever and inexpensive restaurant; very clean, very reasonably priced, and quite popular. More than food, it was a cheerful ritual gathering place, a village square of sorts with many of the participants exchanging affectionate banter with one another.”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Six: Ringside at the Circus of the Fallen

“She simply lacked the mental armour to be a nurse, the ability to be both compassionate and hardened, the skill to be indifferent to immediate suffering in the pursuit of healing while at the same time being able to extend a woman’s kindness to those who were in pain. Nor did Alice understand how to face the dangers”
― Roy M. Griffis, The Old World

“Of human beings living in a way to bear witness to the beauty to be found within their souls in the very worst of moments.”
― Roy M. Griffis, The Old World

“she was no longer the washed-out sketch of a human being that her time in the Revolution had made her.”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Four: Charlotte The Blind Machinery of the World

“The others’ names seemed to clutch at his tongue like a prickly pod, and he finally gave up trying,”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Five: Robert The Wrath of a Righteous Man

“the boat, a wheezing rusted steamer whose boiler was fed indiscriminately on coal, wood, palm fronds, and other burnable debris,”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Five: Robert The Wrath of a Righteous Man

“The American woman brayed again.”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Three: Robert The Ingenuities of Hell

“you probably feel like you’ve been shat out of a dyspeptic rhino, you do,”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Three: Robert The Ingenuities of Hell

“Life, she observed, her heart taking on a dizzying beat, life is made up of these moments, of these small moments when we choose not for ourselves, but for the well-being of another.”
― Roy M. Griffis, The Old World

“his brain felt filled with rancid groats.”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Five: Robert The Wrath of a Righteous Man

“the Augean Stables of the Communists and their creatures,”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Six: Ringside at the Circus of the Fallen

“She was wearing an inexpensive, modest, and slightly ugly dress that Robert believed had been purchased for her by the nuns, women whose fashion sense was highly suspect.”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Three: Robert The Ingenuities of Hell

“the longer she was a resident of this new land, the thinner became the fabric of remembered loss and horror that might, from time to time, occlude her ability”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Six: Ringside at the Circus of the Fallen

“Finding Darkness’s Heart”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Five: Robert The Wrath of a Righteous Man

“There before us, in a glade now not so lovely as before, were several well-known and soul-damning works including The Necronomicon—not a bad piece of work for a mad Arab fellow who’d spent a great deal of time listening at metaphysical keyholes, not realizing his sanity and life-force were dribbling through those apertures into realms that lacked any concern for his well-being.”
― Roy M. Griffis, The Thing From HR

“after long hours of facing down death, with men who had not seen a woman’s smile or felt the gentle touch of a feminine hand in months, the most fervent desire to be of service could transmute into mere stoical endurance under the simple grinding toil, as if turning gold into lead.”
― Roy M. Griffis, The Old World

“An industry selling dreams. Peddling the insubstantial and nigh intangible. Worthless, when you come down to it.”
― Roy M. Griffis, By the Hands of Men, Book Six: Ringside at the Circus of the Fallen

“None of us are, Cheri.” Matron was quiet, breathing hard. Charlotte thought she had gone to sleep, when Matron added, “It is in our imperfect struggles to be worthy that we prove we may just deserve His Grace.”
― Roy M. Griffis, The Old World