R Quotes
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“Ray follows the instruction, telling me to wait right there. Alone, the worry I had perhaps been holding at bay for months bursts through. It's like a fully formed thing, a shadow version of me, the voice my own, asking, what will you do if you don't get into music school? What will you do if it doesn't work out and you're left behind, left alone?
How could you believe it could? What will happen to you and Del if you're separated? What will happen to you if there's no music, no rhythm to your days? I'm in danger of becoming untethered, the fear swelling in me. I fear I might float up, up, away, but Ray returns, his reappearance pulling me gently back down to the ground. He hands me a plateful of barbecue food, and we eat where we stand.”
Source: Small Worlds
“Ray Garton never fails to go for the throat!”
“Ray Gomez is one of the greatest guitarists of all times!”
“Ray Gomez is truly an unsung hero in American music.”
“Ray Illingworth is relieving himself in front of the pavilion.”
“Ray Jennings was to orthodoxy what King Herod was to child-minding.”
“Ray Lewis is the type of guy, if he were in a fight with a bear I wouldn't help him, I'd pour honey on him because he likes to fight. That's the type of guy Ray Lewis is.”
“Ray Lewis knifed through those offensive linemen like a sucker-punch switchblade slicing between the ribs of some inebriated trash-talking punk outside a sports bar.”
“Ray, like the person driving faster when the gas tank is near empty, was on a long trip to nowhere.”
Source: Rock and Roll Murders: An Entrepreneur Finds That Murder is No Business Solution
“Ray picked up a slice of summer sausage and chewed, taking a deep breath when some heat kicked in.
"Watch out for that one. It's chili-spiked. Eat some cheese," Rick said.
Ray broke off a hunk of crumbling aged cheddar that had come from a nearby dairy. When he bit into it, tiny crystals popped on his tongue.
"Five years?" he guessed.
"Six."
"It's good." The cheese coated his tongue and eased the worst of the heat.”
Source: The Kindred Spirits Supper Club
“Ray plunged into sobering thought. What would have happened if he had, by some cruel twist of fate, got hitched to this lunatic female? He could just see himself laying his head gently on his pillow, thinking, “O woman! When pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou,” when suddenly into the bedroom would leap this female Blackbeard, a parrot on her shoulder and a dagger in her teeth. He shuddered.”
Source: The Duke of D.C.: The American Dream
“Ray Rice was beat up last year”
“Ray’s got a thing for everyone with a vagina. He’s a dickhead.”
Source: Day Four
“Ray Toro is a very eccentric, crazy genius type guy. I think he's a genius. He just got this thing at the VMA. The way he played, it makes you go 'Jesus!' He's really sweet, really kind of lovable. He's like a cartoon character.”
“Ray wanted an egalitarian relationship, there was no way in hell he was putting anyone through anything even close to what he'd been through. Revenge was just violence dressed up as justice, not the real thing.”
Source: Beloved of the Pack
“Ray was always of the opinion that a handful was more than enough. Anything else just tends to sag, once it’s out of a bra.”
Source: A Ghost In New Orleans
“Ray when you’re up here you’re not sitting in a Berkeley tea room. This is the beginning and the end of the world right here. Look at all those patient Buddhas lookin at us saying nothing.”
“Ray Wilkins' day will come one night”
“Ray, people will come Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only $20 per person. They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack.”
“Ray, what you got to do is go climb a mountain.”
Source: The Dharma Bums
“Raya, I do not care how much I suffer as long as you are here with me...”
Source: Ever: The Alliance
“Raya writes quiet, emotional fiction about womanhood, resilience, and unspoken strength. Her stories unfold slowly, like seasons changing — one letter, one breath, one decision at a time.”
“Rayakanlah setiap kebaikan yang dilakukan dirimu sendiri, tidakkah kamu mengerti seberapa keras kamu menuntutnya untuk melakukan yang terbaik. Sebuah es krim dengan butiran cokelat yang kamu nikmati dengan dirimu sendiri bukankah itu indah? Jika atasan bisa memberikan hadiah kepada bawahan, jika sahabat bisa memberikan hadiah kepada sahabat, kenapa diri sendiri yang setiap detik bersamamu tidak kamu hargai?”
“Raydiation is more mature, reveals more about me personally and focuses on singing and songs that people can relate to.”
“Raylee’s here.”
I smile at his words, and Amy reaches up, running her hands through my hair. “She’s seen the video.” I knew it wouldn’t take long for her to return from her date.
He laughs, nodding once and still eyeing Amy, who has stopped fucking me. “Oh, she saw it all right. She’s setting your car on fire as we speak.”
“What?” I bark. Shoving Amy away, she falls off the side of the bed to the floor with a thud. “Fuck!”
"I'm sure you deserved it." Amy laughs, not the least bit upset that I just tossed her aside.”
Source: Sabotage
“Raymond Aron ascribes to Weber the view that 'each man's conscience is irrefutable.' ... while [Weber] holds that an agent may be more or less rational in acting consistently with his values, the choice of any one particular evaluative stance or commitment can be no more rational than any other. All faiths and all evaluations are equally non-rational.”
“Raymond Carver had the quote that I loved about how he felt that a short story was the moment right before someone's life was about to fall apart. You can't really do that with a novel, but with a story you're just left hanging.”
“Raymond Carver is good. I think he'll be appreciated more and more. He's an easy writer to imitate.”
“Raymond Chandler I love a lot, and the Austrian writer Thomas Bernhard. I really love his voice.”
“Raymond Chandler managed to write about L.A. his whole career. Should I keep going writing about New York? Is that what I should be doing? Songwriting doesn't work that way.”
“Raymond Chandler once wrote that Dashiell Hammett gave murder back to the people who really committed it.”
Source: Conversations with James Ellroy
“Raymond Floyd. The man knows how to control situations. He was experienced. He didn't let me get overly excited; he kept me in check. It allowed me to free myself up, and I played really well with him.”
“Raymond Hamilton,' the Judge decreed, 'you are here now to be sentenced, friendless and without money. Have you anything to say as to why sentence should not be passed?'
'Yes, I have,' answered Raymond. 'People,' he began, 'I hope I have a few friends among you I want you to know I never killed anyone. . . . Crowson was going to be killed no matter what I did. . . . and I want to tell you that whenever Simmons and the others get after you together, you don't get fairness. . . . They're afraid they can't hold me, that I'll breakout and call more attention to them, so they get me 'the chair'. . . . I don't know if there's anything like 'haunts' but if there are, I sure do want to come back and kick this whole bunch out of bed every night.'
[...]
As the once-dapper bandit was being led past the crowd, several young women pressed against the railing, some trying to touch the gunman. Looking over his shoulder, Hamilton raised his manacled hands to wave farewell, a smile on his face.”
Source: Running With Bonnie and Clyde: The Ten Fast Years of Ralph Fults
“Raymond Hendler exhibited a group of abstract paintings that displayed rare high spirits. Using a great deal of fresh white, Hendler devised extremely simple symbols which he dispersed felicitously on his shining grounds. These bright, often linear hieroglyphs serve both as pictorial animators-they often flow in winding patterns or like fluent handwriting-and as references to the plentitude of the artist's existence. Gardens and sky and human joy are read in these exceedingly compressed forms.”
“Raymond Tullock is like most men. His balls tell hiim he should be in charge, but his brain's just not big enough to steer the load.”
Source: Captiva
“Rayna found a makeover show on TV-one of those where they sneak up on unsuspecting people going about their business, accost them with camera, and tell them they look like crap in front of a zillion people, making them cry, then build them back up with a new makeup job they won't be able to replicate and outfits so intricate they'll never remember how to fit them together.
It was perfect.”
Source: Devoted
“Rayne, why is it you feel the need to argue with every single thing I say?"
"Because every single thing you say is usually stupid and ridiculous.”
Source: Girls That Growl
“Raynor slapped her so hard her teeth rattled and eyes stung, but she refused to react except to say saucily, "You must have heard how I like foreplay." "I hope you like it a lot, because with your mouth, you'll be getting it nonstop." "Goody," she said dryly. "Because I so love a man who needs to prove his masculinity by beating on women. Do you hit children and kick cats, too?”
“Rays of sunlight strike the snow, melting an ice layer that freezes and re-forms every day. As I take a step, I feel the sheet break, a craquelure spreading from my feet.”
Source: The Stolen Heir
“Rays of sunshine beamed through the narrow slit at the top of the canyon walls and straight down into the deep shadows of the caverns. It pierced the darkness and, in some strange, fantastical way, the two seemed to make one another more beautiful. The dark and light complemented each other, not in the way that the right shoes complement an appropriately suited outfit, but in the way that life complements death. Without one, you simply can’t have the other. Maybe God was doing something like that in my life, too?”
Source: Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose
“Rays were blazing through the atmosphere of the earth, the horizon became bright orange, gradually passing into all the colors of the rainbow: from light blue to dark blue, to violet and then to black. What an indescribable gamut of colors! Just like the paintings of the artist Nicholas Roerich.”
“Rayya already had a community filled with fellow recovering addicts who had loved her for years, and who would have gladly received her admissions of shame and fear and helped her to process her overwhelming desire to drink. They could have guided her back to the principles of the program—back to the acts of service that keep us sober; back to a position of humility and surrender. But Rayya had pushed all those people away in order to chart her own path. And the last thing you ever want an addict doing is charting their own path.”
Source: All the Way to the River
“Rayya had delivered a perfect death blow—because she, of all people, knew just how to kill me. She knew exactly where my deepest insecurities were hidden. She knew I’d received messages since childhood that my “emotional bullshit” was too much trouble for anyone to deal with. She knew I was terrified that I would always drive away the people I loved by being too needy, too clingy. She knew I’d spent most of my life trying to show people only the “good parts” of me because I was sure that if they saw the pain and fear and need that lurked below the surface, they would find me repulsive and reject me. She had in fact witnessed the most unlovable parts of me, and had once seemed to love them.
But now she was telling the truth: I was disgusting, and she hated me.
And it was with that wicked, blistering sentence—“I wish we’d never gotten together”—that Rayya had taken the last bits of my broken heart and ground them beneath the heel of her motorcycle boot, pulverizing me into grains even finer than cocaine. Grinding me down until there was nothing left of me.
And that was exactly what she’d meant to do to me—for daring to confront her.”
Source: All the Way to the River
“Rayya loved the truth. Truth was her religion, her passion. When I asked her why she loved the truth so much, she explained that after so many years of having to hustle and lie as an active drug addict, the truth felt like heaven to her. Truth was her place of safety, a badge of honor, and proof of her recovery. What’s more, she believed that being honest was just the simplest path through life and the surest means of eliminating confusion and drama.
“The truth has legs,” she used to say. “It always stands. When everything else in the room has blown up or dissolved away, the only thing left standing will be the truth. Since that’s where you’re gonna end up anyway, I figure you might as well just start there.”
Maybe this notion sounds obvious to you, dear reader, but to me it felt like divine revelation. I had never before encountered such directness in a person, nor had I ever witnessed someone who placed such trust in the power of simple and unblinking honesty.
I had not grown up feeling that the truth was a place of safety—and for reasons that I will not go into here, it wasn’t. From earliest childhood, my survival strategy was to always give the pleasing answer, never the truthful answer, because it felt safer to be pleasing than to be truthful. So I learned how to read other people’s faces and discern what they needed to be told in any given moment in order to keep them calm and happy. This vigilance turned me into a nervous child, constantly monitoring the room to stay ten steps ahead of everyone else and—when I sensed tension coming—misdirecting everyone's attention, or creating some sort of spontaneous and distracting entertainment, or simply running for the hills. It was a tough job for a little kid—making sure nobody around me ever got angry or sad, or disappointed.”
Source: All the Way to the River
“Raza : “ The bow and arrow was once the pinnacle of weapons technology. It allowed the great Genghis Khan to rule from the Pacific to the Ukraine.
Today-- whoever has the latest Stark weapons rules these lands. Soon it will be my turn “
End of scene
Today picture Fortune 500 CEOs whispering to their top men “ Today – whoever has the latest sales weapons rules the world . Soon it will be our turn – thanks to Invisible Selling - Behavioural Economics & More . Get that Rai bloke to train all our guys”
Source: Corporate Invisible Selling Behavioural Economics & More
“Razas víctimas de un poder extraño cualquiera (los negros norteamericanos por ejemplo), entablan un combate con una realidad concreta. Nosotros en cambio, luchamos con entidades imaginarias, vestigios del pasado y fantasmas engendrados por nosotros mismos. Esos fantasmas y vestigios son reales, el menos para nosotros. […] son intocables e invencibles, ya que no están fuera de nosotros, sino en nosotros mismos. […] el mexicano actual, como se ha visto, puede reducirse a esto: el mexicano no quiere o no se atreve a ser él mismo.”
Source: The Labyrinth of Solitude and Other Writings
“Razbuktana priroda samo je odsjaj davno ispisane poruke.”
Source: Krugovanje
“Razib Khan Hired And Fired By The New York Times, Both On The Same Day!”
“Raziel gripped the beast’s razor-sharp beak in one hand, slamming it to the earth and stepping on its throat, returning to the beasts above as he crushed it underneath his boot. Burning black ichor splashed across his face, but the stinging pain only made him fight harder. He roared and slashed out again and again, claws and feathers flicking about his face in a vile whirlwind.”
Source: A Canticle of War
“Raziel's sixty feet tall?" "Actually, he's only fifty-nine feet tall, but he likes to exaggerate," said Magnus. Isabelle clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Valentine raised an angel in his cellar. I don't see why you need all this space - " "Because Valentine is just WAY MORE AWESOME than me.”