M.K. Alexander Quotes

He will be a small man inside, " said Mma Ramotswe. "He will feel small and unimportant. That is why he needs to put ladies down, Mma. Men who are big inside never feel the need to do that.

Men can be teenagers until well into their twenties. That is well known

Hard-ons don't make you think less. They make you think stupid.

I can't make sense out of that girl, " he said to the bard, "Can you?" "Never mind, " Fflewddur said, "We aren't really expected to.

You can’t be happy at work every day. No matter how much you love your job, there are still going to be bad days. And that’s cool—it’s always OK to have a bad day at work.

Fences can be prisons, in a way. They're necessary for those incapable of learning restraint, but they diminish life.

Provide me with an ink, paper, inspiration and place me on the high point on the edge with the sunset and sunrise, and I will make a masterpiece for you.

A man’s real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

I don't want to be memorized for everyone. I want to stay real, endless and inchangeable for my parents, kids and their descendants.

Two things never mix: one is enchantments and the other is meddling with them.

Look closely Jane. This is Majesty Park, the city of wonder. Here you are free to dream dreams and follow them wherever they may take you.

My father once told me love is magic, sir.

If we treated others with the consideration that one would give to those who only had a few days to live, then we would be kinder, at least.

Do I haste to live? Definitely, no. I endeavour to surpass tomorrow's me.

Sometimes I want to impersonate a fountain, but specific circumstances don't allow me to do it.

Tell him that riches will not procure for you a single moment of happiness. Luxury consoles poverty alone, and at that only for a short time, until one becomes accustomed to it.

I’m not used to people sticking around when things go bad, ” she said, by way of explanation.

No, no, " said Taran slowly, "It would be folly to think of attacking them." He smiled quickly at Fflewddur. "The bards would sing of us, " he admitted, "but we'd be in no position to appreciate it.

When our feet talk to us, we listen.

Yeah, because you'll really be showing them, won't you. Talk about cutting up your wrists to spite your fate.

I could stand before him, be in his arms as I was just then, and still be lost to him, some phantom of a desire he cherished more than he cherished me, the woman he claimed to love.

Constant love despite almost impossible anti-clamix towards this place of the rising sun...

I'll write while I'm breathing.

The trick to being smart is knowing when to play dumb.

Either you're going to shoot us or you're not. The ball always lands on red or black, never both.

It was a voice that you felt you had to listen to—or you ignored at your peril.

In his arms, I slowly unfolded like a love note read in secret.

It's like somebody stuffed him in a barrel full of moonshine-proof cluelessness and then left him there to get pickled in it while it fermented into malice.

Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty too.

I doubt you would recognize an adventure of any sort if it came right up and bit you on the a---Mother!I was going to say arm.

Conviction, then, is no part of a sinner’s salvation—but the clear practical knowledge of the fact that he cannot save himself, and is entirely dependent on the saving grace of God.

And I would tell him, as we rise into the air, The curse is not that we cannot choose our Fates.The curse, the curse we all live under, is that we can.

This thing was what existed before life, before the first stars, before the big bang. It was the emptiness before the universe, and the emptiness that would follow.

The mirror's light sparks in the eyes, And horrified, my lids drawn tight, I step back to that realm of nightWhere not a single exit lies...(Untitled: "I pass away this life of mine...")

There's a logical reason for everything in the universe even if we cannot comprehend, understand, or express that reason.

Okay, so he wasn't dreaming anymore, but did this fall into same song second verse? He would just have to play this out and see what happened.

Four simple chambers.A thousand complicated doors.One of them is yours.

To lose your own language was like forgetting your mother, and as sad, in a way.

There are many sadnesses in the hearts of men who are far away from their countries.

It's because there are too many people who want to stop us having fun. That's the reason.

It was always a mistake, she thought, to dwell on the cause of one's anger.

Is a man truly what he see himself to be?''Only if what he sees is true.

When a flower doesn’t bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.

There is a tidal wave of ignorance, Mma Ramotswe. It is a great tidal wave and it will drown all of us if we are not careful.

Violence is the method of ignorance, the weapon of the weak. The strong of heart and brain need no violence, for they are irresistible in their consciousness of being right.

I don’t care how smart you are. You’ll never understand how little you really know until you’ve had a woman.

It is more disgraceful for a king to tell lies than anyone else.

In the absence of organized religion, faith abounds, in the form of song and art and food and strong arms.

Imagine yourself in a parallel universe. Imagined? Now either attain or forget it.

Using the voice is a physical act, one that first announces the existence of the body of residence and then trumpets its arrival in a public space.