R Quotes
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“Rogue Squadron doesn’t run. Unless we really, really have to." "No, this will be Wraith Squadron’s mission." "We don’t mind running. Even when we don’t have to.”
“Rogue states are the main threat to peace and freedom, and they require a strong, comprehensive policy response - a policy that I call 'rogue state rollback,' in which our goal is not simply to contain rogue regimes, but to drive them from power.”
“Rogue states never turn out to be quite the pariahs they are deemed. They are only able to cause, or at least threaten to cause, mayhem because they enjoy the covert support - usually by means of technology transfers - of one or more major powers within the charmed circle of global 'good guys'.”
“Rogue turned to her, his face no longer quite so hard. A curl of smoke rose from the pistol in his hand. Rotten apples fell from the tree, splatting at her feet. "Poor little girlie," he said, and there did seem to be pitty in his voice. "I told you you'd get your fingers bit.”
Source: Worlds of Ink and Shadow
“Rogue turned to her, his face no longer quite so hard. A curl of smoke rose from the pistol in his hand. Rotten apples fell from the tree, splatting at her feet. "Poor little girlie," he said, and there did seem to be potty in his voice. "I told you you'd get your fingers bit.”
Source: Worlds of Ink and Shadow
“Rogueries, absurdities and untruths were perpetrated upon the teachings of Jesus by a large band of dupes and importers led by Paul, the first great corrupter of the teaching of Jesus.”
“Roguery is thought by some to be cunning and laughable: it is neither; it is devilish.”
“Rogues are always found out in some way. Whoever is a wolf will act like a wolf, that is most certain.”
“Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.”
“Rohan gave her a coaxing nod toward the food like a man trying to get a wounded wild animal to eat.
Was that what she had become after her ordeal? At home on the windy moors, alone with the falcons and the wild ponies, she had never been all that tame to start with.”
Source: My Dangerous Duke
“Rohan returned, his breath quickened from exertion. A mist of sweat had accumulated on his skin until it gleamed like bronze. “Right on course,” he said to Westcliff and Swansea. “The stabilizing fins worked. It landed at a distance of approximately two thousand yards.”
“Excellent!” Swansea exclaimed. “But where is the rocket?”
Rohan’s white teeth flashed in a grin. “Buried in a deep, smoking hole. I’ll go back to dig it up later.”
“Yes, we’ll want to see the condition of the casing and the inner core.” Swansea was red-faced with satisfaction. He used a handkerchief to blot his steaming, wrinkled countenance. “It’s been an exciting morning, eh?”
“Perhaps it’s time to return to the manor, Captain,” Westcliff suggested.
“Yes, quite.” Swansea bowed to Amelia. “A pleasure, Miss Hathaway. And may I say, you took it rather well, being the target of a surprise attack.”
“The next time I visit, Captain,” she said, “I’ll remember to bring my white flag.”
Source: Mine Till Midnight
“Rohan shrugged off the chill, but such eerie thoughts made him all the more glad they had brought him the girl. On so foul a night, it would be good to have a warm body beside him in bed. And beneath him, and on top of him...
He cleared his throat, eager to get his hands on her.”
Source: My Dangerous Duke
“Rohan took a seat on the old, thronelike chair in the center of the great hall and drummed his fingers on his sword's hilt in kingly impatience.
After all, the sooner he finished here, the sooner he could go unwrap his little "present." His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he permitted himself to think about her briefly. Even now, his instincts were wide-awake with a very male awareness of a woman in his house.
Waiting for him in his bed.
He had wanted her gone from the great hall in case stronger measures were needed to remind his unruly tenants of his authority. He did not wish any female to witness his capacity for violence.
Besides, he did not need the distraction of those beautiful breasts clamoring for his attention. He'd get to know them better soon enough, every silky inch of her.
His people knew what he liked; he was decidedly pleased with their peace offering. This luscious young token of their apology left him feeling much more disposed to forgive. Indeed, the prospect of spending the next few nights in this abominable stone crypt of a castle suddenly looked a good deal more agreeable.
Coming out here to the middle of nowhere, he had expected to have to go without his daily dose of sex, a real inconvenience for a man of his elemental nature. He had a rule, after all, against poaching on the locals.
He wanted to be feared, not hated. But, hell, if they were going to offer her up on a silver platter, far be it from him to refuse such a delicious-looking morsel.”
Source: My Dangerous Duke
“Rohan was battling invisible foes, wielding the large, lancelike weapon she had seen in his hand that first night in the great hall. His long hair flowed around his shoulders, wetted with the sweat that streamed from him and made his body gleam with rippling, raw power. He was bare-chested, wearing only loose black trousers that draped his compact buttocks and muscled thighs gracefully.
His bare feet were silent on the flagstones as he lunged, leaped, and spun about, the torchlight flashing crimson on his long, wicked blade.
Kate watched, riveted by the play of shadows and gold torchlight that slid over his sweat-slicked body, gliding across the sleekly muscled contours of his back and massive shoulders, his powerful chest and chiseled abdomen as he thrust, swung, jabbed, then spiraled up to parry an imaginary blow, only to gouge again with precision perfectly balanced with killing force.
His blade sliced through the air with naught but a deadly whisper, each slashing arc of his weapon, like his honed body, under his exquisite control.
In constant motion, he wove through the changing patterns of his regime with a beautiful---an almost otherworldly---prowess, a creature of elegant savagery.
He attacked again with a low war cry, but then suddenly went motionless, standing in a sure-footed stance below her, his chest heaving.
Slowly, he looked up, as though he had felt her there.
Kate found herself looking into the eyes of a predator; she held absolutely still.”
Source: My Dangerous Duke
“Rohan was staring into the flames and savoring a brandy. The sensual way he cupped the rounded snifter in his palm caused a completely unexpected shudder of wild longing to run the length of her entire body, for his tender hold on that globelike glass brought back hazy memories of his attentions last night to her breasts.
And when he raised the glass to his lips and took a slow, leisurely sip, Kate had to close her eyes for a moment to steady herself. Dear God.
His butler announced her in a formal tone. "Your Grace: Miss Madsen."
Kate flicked her eyes open, but her cheeks were already burning when the duke looked over.
He cast her a dangerous smile, and a giddy weakness crept up her body, starting at her knees. She tightened them reflexively and gave her quivering legs the silent order to move, and by all means, to forget the feel of his forbidden caresses running up her thighs.”
Source: My Dangerous Duke
“Rohan's fingertips drifted with stunning delicacy over her throat, behind her ear, pushing into the satiny warmth of her hair. "You are an interesting woman Amelia." Gooseflesh rose wherever his breath touched. "I can't f-fathom why you would think so." His playful mouth traced the wing of her brow. "I find you thoroughly, deeply interesting. I want to open you like a book and read every page." A smile curved the corners of his lips as he added huskily, "Footnotes included.”
Source: Mine Till Midnight
“Rohan, if being a hero is having the courage to resist using power arbitrarily, then you are a hero, beloved.”
“Rohan, one of us is an unmarried man with superior mathematical abilities and no prospects for the evening. The other is a confirmed lecher in an amorous mood, with a willing and nubile young wife waiting at home. Who do you think should do the damned account books?" And, with a nonchalant wave, St. Vincent had left the office.”
Source: Mine Till Midnight
“Rohini Chakra, Bindu Chakra, Revati Chakra, Indu Chakra, and Manas Chakra of the Ray 114 Chakra System are the key subconscious mind awakening chakras.”
Source: Ray 114 Chakra System Names, Locations and Functions
“Rohini Mohan read. While she did, I sketched her. She writes with such beauty and violence, and it seemed like the best way to listen was to really watch her, in the way that only drawing someone lets me do.”
“Rohinton Mistry's celebrated novel 'Such a Long Journey' was pulled off the syllabus of Mumbai University because local extremists objected to its content.”
“Roho haina mifumo ya ufahamu! Haina pua, haina macho, haina ladha, haina harufu wala haina masikio. Kwa sababu roho haina mifumo ya ufahamu mtu, anapokufa mifumo yake yote 21 aliyokuwa nayo binadamu huoza na kuwa udongo. Hivyo, kuongea na mtu aliyekufa ni sawa na kuongea na udongo ukitegemea udongo huo ukusikie au uongee na wewe.”
“Roho ikikua itajua hiki ni cha Mungu na hiki ni cha Shetani! Chaguo ni lako.”
“Roho ya Badman Killa ni jambo moja lenye nguvu ambalo unajikuta ukitaja. Ikiwa huu sio ushuhuda kwamba DON SANTO ni kutoka kwa mungu, basi sijui ni nini. Dah!”
“Rojer!” his mother cried, stumbling towards the washing trough before falling to her knees. Screaming in pain, she reached back and got a firm grip on one of the coreling's horns.
“You... can't... have... my... son!” she screamed, and threw herself forward, pulling on the horn with all her strength. Torn from its perch, the demon took ribbons of flesh with it, as Kally flipped it into the trough.
Soaking crockery shattered on impact, and the flame demon gurgled and thrashed, steam filling the air as the water was brought to an instant boil. Kally screamed as her arms burned, but she held the creature under until its thrashes stopped.”
Source: The Warded Man
“Rol yapmak hepimizin hoşuna gider küçük bey, hiç kimse kendisi değildir, başkalarının yaratılarıdır.”
Source: Niebla
“Roland Barthes faz entre o studium e o punctum de uma fotografia. “Reconhecer o studium”, diz Barthes, “é fatalmente encontrar as intenções do fotógrafo, entrar em harmonia com elas, aprová-las, desaprová-las, mas sempre compreendê-las […]”. O studium suscita “uma espécie de educação”. Mas subitamente algo “vem quebrar (ou escandir) o studium. Dessa vez, não sou eu que vou buscá-lo […], é ele que parte da cena, como uma flecha, e vem me transpassar. […] Chamarei então punctum […]. O punctum de uma foto é esse acaso que, nela, me punge (mas também me mortifica, me fere)”. O “clitóris da América”, definido como concentrado de potência, se assemelha a um punctum. Se o corpo da América é um studium, a Califórnia-clitóris seria essa flecha que transpassa, punge, atravessa o grande espaço de “afeto médio”, apenas interessante, do território.
Para mim, pensar o clitóris, ou melhor, deixá-lo pensar implica precisamente sair da dualidade studium-punctum, que reconduz à dicotomia passividade-atividade e a seus efeitos desastrosos, tanto para a lógica da virilidade que ela conota, quanto para a recondução ao vaginal e ao clitoridiano que ela desperta.
O prazer clitoridiano não é o efeito de um transpassar, de uma penetração nem de uma punhalada. O que quer dizer também que, se as zonas de êxtase do real são também zonas de produção de sentido, este se manifesta sem sobressair, em todos os sentidos do termo.
O prazer fica entre o studium e o punctum, na lacuna entre eles; não é nem um nem outro. O clitóris – como o feminino – é relação com o poder, mas não relação de poder. Em todo caso, é nesses termos que o meu pensa.
O clitóris é um anarquista.”
Source: Il piacere rimosso. Clitoride e pensiero
“Roland Barthes: Roman yaratmayı çok istiyorum; hoşuma giden bir roman okuduğumda onun gibi bir şey yapmayı istiyorum, ama ben galiba şimdiye kadar romanın gerekli kıldığı kimi işlemlere direndim. Örneğin; geniş yüzey, devamlılık. Aforizmalardan, fragmanlardan oluşan bir roman yazılabilir mi? Hangi koşullarda bu mümkün olabilir? Romanın roman olarak kendisi de belli bir devamlılığa işaret etmiyor mu? Bu noktada bir direniş olduğunu düşünüyorum. İkinci direniş noktası da adlarla, özel adlarla ilişkimde bulunuyor; özel adlar uydurmayı bilmiyorum, bilemeyeceğim de ve üstelik ben romanın tamamen özel adlarla var olduğunu düşünüyorum...”
Source: Why I Love Barthes
“Roland Barthes says tears are the truest language of love because they are sent from the body. ‘Words, what are they?’ he asks. ‘One tear will say more than all of them.”
Source: Notes on Heartbreak
“Roland Barthes says, “That which cannot be named is a disturbance.”
Source: When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
“Roland could not understand why anyone would want cocaine or any other illegal drug, for that matter, in a world where such a powerful one as sugar was so plentiful and cheap.”
Source: The Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three
“Roland gave her a courtier’s smile. “And what sort of work do you do for my uncle?
”
Dorian shifted on his feet and Chaol went very still, but Celaena returned Roland’s smile and said, “I bury the king’s opponents where nobody will ever find them.”
Source: Crown of Midnight
“Roland glares at Connor and Connor glares back. Then he says what he always says at moments like this. "Nice socks." Although Roland doesn't look down right away, it derails him just enough for him to back off. He doesn't check to see if his socks match until he thinks Connor isn't looking. And the moment he does, Connor snickers. Small victories are better than none.”
Source: Unwind
“Roland grabbed Jake and hauled him to his feet. “You came!” Jake shouted. “You really came!” “I came, yes. By the grace of the gods and the courage of my friends, I came.”
Source: The Waste Lands
“Roland had sworn off children—they kept trying to kill him.”
Source: Magic Bleeds
“Roland had taught him that self-deception was nothing but pride in disguise, an indulgence to be denied.”
Source: The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower
“Roland La Starza was tough, but Ezzard Charles was the toughest man I ever fought. I learned what pain was all about when I fought him.”
“Roland: Riddle me this, Blaine: If you break me, I'll not stop working. If you can touch me, my work is done. If you lose me, you must find me with a ring soon after. What am I?
Susannah's breath caught for a moment, and although he was looking down, Eddie knew she was thinking what he was thinking: that was a good one, a damned good one, maybe-
Blaine: (still without hesitation) THE HUMAN HEART. THIS RIDDLE IS BASED IN LARGE PART UPON HUMAN POETIC CONCEITS; SEE FOR INSTANCE JOHN AVERY, SIRONIA HUNTZ, ONDOLA, WILLIAM BLAKE, JAMES TATE, VERONICA MAYS, AND OTHERS. IT IS REMARKABLE HOW HUMAN BEINGS PITCH THEIR MINDS ON LOVE. YET IT IS CONSTANT FROM ONE LEVEL OF THE TOWER TO THE NEXT, EVEN IN THESE DEGENERATE DAYS. CONTINUE, ROLAND OF GILEAD.”
Source: Wizard and Glass
“Roland shoved his hands into his pockets, watching his nephew stomp around in the slush. Dianna took a giant leap into the puddle, causing the child to shriek wildly with excitement. He’d forgotten how playful she was. How playful they all had been.”
Source: Feral
“Roland: This is as light as a feather, yet no man can hold it for long.
Blaine: (without hesitation) ONE'S BREATH.
Yet he did hesitate, Eddie thought suddenly. Jake and Susannah were watching Roland with agonized concentration, fists clenched, willing him to ask Blaine the right riddle, the stumper, the one with the Get the Fuck Out of Jail Free card hidden inside it; Eddie couldn't look at them-Suze, in particular-and keep his concentration. He lowered his gaze to his own hands, which were also clenched, and forced them to open on his lap. It was surprisingly hard to do. From the aisle he heard Roland continuing to trot out the golden oldies of his youth.”
Source: Wizard and Glass
“Roland was handsome, movie star perfect, and he moved knowing it.”
Source: Lies a River Deep
“Roland was one of the lucky hedonists to survive El Diablo which swooped in to kill so many of them
So many deaths ruined any sense of nostalgia, sadly, remembering the past also meant
Remembering the
Dead”
Source: Girl, Woman, Other
“Roland was quite possibly the most aggravating, antisocial immortal on the planet. Seeing him cuddle and nurture a black and white kitten that could fit in the palm of his hand was nothing short of bizzare.”
Source: Darkness Rises
“Roland, love means not being afraid to let yourself go, trusting that I will desire everything you have to offer. -Rosaline (Roland's love)”
“Rolando pursed his lips and sighed. “Just be careful.”
“Why, because her father carries a gun?” Isaac said. “Aren’t you the one who always said guns don’t shoot people?”
“No, it was you who said that.” Rolando corrected his son. “I’ve said fathers with guns and beautiful daughters shoot people. Boys in particular.”
“You worry too much, dad.”
“One day, when you are a father, you will understand.”
Source: The Last Valentine
“Role is something people play, model is something people make, both of those things are fake.”
“Role model? I don't have one. I want to be one.”
“Role modeling is the most basic responsibility of parents. Parents are handing life's scripts to their children, scripts that in all likelihood will be acted out for the rest of the children's lives.”
Source: Principle Centered Leadership
“Role models are fine. Roll models are better. Anyone who can do a forward roll is pretty awesome in my book.”
“Role models are only of limited use. For no-one is as important, potentially powerful and as key in your life and world as you.”