Rochel Rumrill > Rochel's Quotes

“Daylight streamed in the hospital windows, warming my spirits. Only darkness had existed while being born: Never before had I personally witnessed the startling difference between night and day.”
― Jack Getze, Making Hearts

“Friendship here is like a flower that blooms in the desert; it blossoms from the harshest environment to add something special to the lives it touches.”
― Michael Zboray, Teenagers War: Vietnam 1969

“Pack speaking about his new love, Sky: “Well, let’s see. She has the animal husbandry skills of a vet, the organizational skills of a Six Sigma guru, and the mechanical skills of a…trained mechanic. She doesn’t require handyman help. And she’s nice to look at. Other than that, she leaves a lot to be desired. And maybe I omitted the best part, which is that she’s a fine human being with strong values.”
― John M. Vermillion, Pack's Posse

“He knew what he was doing – justifying an atrocity. But in war, that’s what always happened. Your red lines – those you swore to defend at all costs when you signed up – shifted, until finally none worth fighting for remained. PTSD wasn’t just about what happened to you; it was about what you did.”
― Barry Kirwan, When the children come

“If he shows aptitude toward the A’ris element, meaning toward the healing arts, then he should contact the Healer’s Collage. Not that they would know much about magic. Anyone can become a healer these days.”
― S.G. Blaise, The Last Lumenian

“No, she thought, you are not going to catch me so cheaply; I do not understand words and will not accept them in trade for my feelings; this man is a parrot. I will tell him that I can never understand such a thing, that maudlin self-pity does not move directly at my heart; I will not make a fool of myself by encouraging him to mock me. “I understand, yes,” she said.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“Dust in a cloud, blinding weather,
Drums that rattle and roar!
A mother and daughter stood together
Beside their cottage door.

'Mother, the heavens are bright like brass,
The dust is shaken high,
With labouring breath the soldiers pass,
Their lips are cracked and dry.'

'Mother, I'll throw them apples down,
I'll bring them pails of water.'
The mother turned with an angry frown
Holding back her daughter.

'But mother, see, they faint with thirst,
They march away to die,'
'Ah, sweet, had I but known at first
Their throats are always dry.'

'There is no water can supply them
In western streams that flow,
There is no fruit can satisfy them
On orchard trees that grow.'

'Once in my youth I gave, poor fool,
A soldier apples and water,
So may I die before you cool
Your father's drouth, my daughter.”
― Robert Graves

“Because it doesn't seem like living to me, it seems like persevering, like it's the most I can hope for.”
― Gayle Forman, I Was Here

“Mom had just gotten back from Sydney, and she had brought me an immense, surpassingly blue butterfly, Papilio ulysses, mounted in a frame filled with cotton. I would hold it close to my face, so close I couldn't see anything but that blue. It would fill me with a feeling, a feeling I later tried to duplicate with alcohol and finally found again with Clare, a feeling of unity, oblivion, mindlessness in the best sense of the word.”
― Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife

“Haven’t seen him since he clocked off last”
― Jeffrey Archer, Only Time Will Tell

“Everything above may be wrong!”
― Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah

“The voice so filled with nostalgia that you could almost see the memories floating through the blue smoke, memories not only of music and joy and youth, but perhaps, of dreams. They listened to the music, each hearing it in his own way, feeling relaxed and a part of the music, a part of each other, and almost a part of the world. ”
― Hubert Selby Jr., Requiem for a Dream

“Was it an accident that I saw Fiyero, I wondered, looking at the manager with new eyes, or is it just that world unwraps itself to you again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew?”
― Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

“The more stupid one is, the closer one is to reality. The more stupid one is, the clearer one is. Stupidity is brief and artless, while intelligence squirms and hides itself. Intelligence is unprincipled, but stupidity is honest and straightforward.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“Life isn't long enough for love and art.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence

“To sum up—in the old days there were one thousand castes and destinies in India. These days, there are just two castes: Men with Big Bellies, and Men with Small Bellies. And only two destinies: eat—or get eaten up.”
― Aravind Adiga, The White Tiger