Rufus Becwar > Rufus's Quotes

“Sneakers and even sweatpants are acceptable attire everywhere, even in upscale or fancy restaurants”
― Anastasia Pash, Travel With Style: Master the Art of Stylish and Functional Travel Capsules

“Faith continued, “My uncle brought Aleana to the house last autumn, September I think. She didn’t stay long, but she was nice, my mother and I liked her. My mother, Lachlan’s sister, and I both work for my uncle, looking after the house. You must be her friend Raimund. She talked about you and told me to look out for you. She was certain you would come to find her.”
― Robert Reid, The Thief

“The Four Horsemen ride at Dreamland.”
― S.E. Stitcher, The Doomsday Butcher

“What could I do in the country, Frank? You want me to be a milkmaid or something. No, I’ll take my chances here, with you.”
― Mark Ellis, In the Shadows of the Blitz: A deeply captivating classic crime thriller

“History is no longer a university subject, and history lessons are no longer taught at school either. What the hell?”
― Fons Burger, 2125 - The Hibernator: What if you wake up in 100 years?

“You know what they say?” Nonna paused, “The character of the Venetian people is like the tide.”
― Jennifer Wizbowski, Poinsettia Girl: The Story of Agata della Pieta

“Boss? It’s not a joke.” Rudy’s voice had an edge to it. “The Colonel has been poisoned. It says arsenic. The prognosis is extremely poor.”
― Behcet Kaya, Deception: A Jack Ludefance Novel

“While there is life there is hope. I beg to assert, Henry, that as long as a man's heart beats, as long as a man's flesh quivers, I do not allow that a being gifted with thought and will can allow himself to despair.”
― Jules Verne, A Journey to the Centre of the Earth

“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
― Franz Kafka

“Jesus said take up your cross and follow Me, but He didn't ast us to go out and nail ourselves to a board.”
― Olive Ann Burns

“How can I explain to you, my happiness, my golden wonderful happiness, how much I am all yours — with all my memories, poems, outbursts, inner whirlwinds? Or explain that I cannot write a word without hearing how you will pronounce it — and can’t recall a single trifle I’ve lived through without regret — so sharp! — that we haven’t lived through it together — whether it’s the most, the most personal, intransmissible — or only some sunset or other at the bend of a road — you see what I mean, my happiness?

And I know: I can’t tell you anything in words — and when I do on the phone then it comes out completely wrong. Because with you one needs to talk wonderfully, the way we talk with people long gone… in terms of purity and lightness and spiritual precision… You can be bruised by an ugly diminutive — because you are so absolutely resonant — like seawater, my lovely.

I swear — and the inkblot has nothing to do with it — I swear by all that’s dear to me, all I believe in — I swear that I have never loved before as I love you, — with such tenderness — to the point of tears — and with such a sense of radiance.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

“Third Time tricked, marks the fool.”
― Terry Goodkind