St. Patrick Quotes

Being a celebrity is like being raped, and there's absolutely nothing a player can do about it.

I think I have a newfound respect for what my parents did, to create two players - one who was really good and another who was pretty good.

I never suspected that we or any one person or program can create Serena Williams or John McEnroe or Pete Sampras.

A still tongue makes a happy life.

Letting someone down is not criminal action.

Its often difficult for conservatives to separate overall government intervention from a question as simple as the census.

I got into the race and people literally laughed. They thought I had no chance of winning.

We absolutely need to reform the Congressional budget-writing process.

Tell your boss what you really think about him and the truth shall set you free.

Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.

It's not the mistakes I made but how I responded to them

You do not write your life with words...You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.

It’s a trick Ben taught me to help settle my Noise. You close yer eyes and as clearly and calmly as you can you tell yerself who you are, cuz that’s what gets lost in all that Noise.

Knowledge is dangerous and men lie and the world changes, whether I want it to or not.

Now that I've seen her, I can't stop seeing her.

Viola? Keep calling for me– And I’ll keep searching for you– And I’ll find you– You bet yer life on it– I’ll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.

Sometimes people need to lie to themselves most of all.

A thing worth learning is worth learning well.

Teenagers are the greatest readers in the world - honest, unsnobby and loyal

I don’t know what’s ahead,” I say. “I don’t know nothing about nothing but whatever it is, it’s gotta be better than what’s behind. It’s gotta be.

"Poo" Manchee barks quielty to himself. "Poo, poo, poo." "Just have yer stupid poo and quit yapping about it."

I want a campfire box.

If a crowd can flinch, they flinch. More than a thousand men flinch under the fist of just one. I don't see what the women do.

This is how we are protecting you, by getting you out.

And here was a man who lived on belief, but who sacrificed it at the first challenge, right when he needed it most

We run down the right fork, Manchee at our heels, the night and a dusty road stretching out in front of us, an army and a disaster behind us, me and Viola, running side by side.

And I look at her sitting there and she looks across the river and we wait as the dawn fully arrives, each of us knowing. Each of us knowing the other.

We just keep on having to save each other", he says. "We ever gonna be even?" "I hope not," I say

Francia don’t look too convinced. I never seen arms so crossed.

Maybe probably ain’t all that comforting a word when it’s maybe yer not dying.

And changing for the better doesn't mean that he's ever going to reach good.

It was solitude, but it was solitude that wasn't lonely. Solitude that could sort things out. And he hadn't had that in ages.

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back. And so yer always alone, forever and always.

Know yourself and go in swinging.

You're never more alive than in battle." "Never more dead after," I say.

Superior numbers versus superior firepower. A recipe for unending slaughter.

Don't think you haven't lived long enough to have a story to tell.

It's always darkest before the dawn, Todd.” I look at him, baffled. “No, it ain't! What kinda stupid saying is that? It's always lightest before the dawn!

Do you not wonder sometimes, she showed now, sadly, if in some ways they are correct? That we are asking too much of the world?"No," he said. "They're the ones who are asking for too little."

Nobody has to tell nobody nothing,” I say, taking another step forward. “You never were a poet, were you, Todd?” he says.

The green things of this world are just wondrous, aren’t they?” his mother went on. “We work so hard to get rid of them when sometimes they’re the very thing that saves us.

Men do monstrous things but if you call a man a monster you have absolved yourself of blame. You don't have to think that you might ever do these things. I don't think that's true

Stories don’t end with the writers, however many started the race.

There's always beauty, if you know where to look.

And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

But,' he thinks, 'it's possible to die before you die.

So the good prince was a murderer and the evil queen wasn't a witch after all.

Guessing a thing ain't knowing a thing.

Here is the boy, drowning.

Why can't we learn to live with how we are? And whatever anybody chooses is okay by the rest of us?