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“If I were in his(Prophet Muhammad) presence, I would wash his feet.”
― Hercules

“Pluteau undele unui parfum, ca şi când urmele sufletului ei ar fi rămas să-l ispitească.”
― Liviu Rebreanu, Adam și Eva

“When I was younger, I would cling to life because life was at the top of the turning wheel. But like the song of my gypsy girl, the great wheel turns over and lands on a minor key. It is then that you come of age and life means nothing to you. To live, to die, to overdose, to fall in a coma in the street... it is all the same. It is only in the peach innocence of youth that life is at its crest on top of the wheel. And there being only life, the young cling to it, they fear death�� And they should! ...For they are 'in' life.”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

“His beard was nonexistent, except for a carefully trimmed goatee that met his mustache on both sides of his mouth.

The overall effect was decidedly villainous. He needed a black horse and a barbarian horde to lead. That or a crew of cutthroats, a ship with blood-red sails, and some knucklehead heroine to lust after.

“Look, I’ve had a bad day. How about you just walk away from my Jeep?��
The volhv smiled wider, flashing even white teeth.

If he started stroking his beard, I’d have to kill him on principle.“He raised his hand to his goatee.
That does it.
“Yeah. And what’s with the beard and the horse mane? You look like Rent-a-Villain.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Slays

“So our virtues
Lie in the interpretation of the time:
And power, unto itself most commendable,
Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
To extol what it hath done.
One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;
Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“We look up to see if it is day or night.
If stars burn cool and moon does shine,
We take to smoke divine and wine.
If breath of sun does belch its heat,
we boil coffee and prepare to eat.”
― Roman Payne

“The moment her hymen was plucked from her body in the wilderness,
Her soul was taken from sanity.”
― Roman Payne

“I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her bare feet [...] All this and the pungent air! Ô this night, sweet pungent night! "HÉBÉ" may come but a season. But this girl's season would know a hot spring
and an Indian summer.”
― Roman Payne

“It’s not that we have to leave this life one day, it's how many things we have to leave all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, wine, summertime,
drunkenness, and the physics of falling leaves, clothing, myrrh, perfumed hair, flirting friends, two strangers' glance; the reflection of the moon, with words like, 'Soon' ... 'do you
want me?' ... '...to lie enlaced' ... 'and sleep entwined' thinking ahead, with thoughts behind...?' Ô, Why!
Why can’t we leave this life slowly?”
― Roman Payne

“Wherever you go in the next
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Be it sickroom, or prison,
or cemet’ry
Do not fear that your stay will be
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Countless souls share your fate,
you’ll have company!”
― Roman Payne, The Basement Trains: A 21st Century Poem

“The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

“Doolittle nodded to one of his assistants. The short, slight woman approached Roman's cot. "We're going to put you in your own private room." "Is this a code for killing me?" Roman asked. "Because I won't be easy to take down."

Roman the Volhv)))”
― Ilona Andrews, Gunmetal Magic

“Life is Not a perpetual climb towards Greatness.
For our family, ourselves, and friends,
It is but sad Decay, so,
Let every girl die after her Hebé (Ἥβ��).
And every man after his Aristeia(ἀριστεία).”
― Roman Payne

“What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it through painting or sculpture, or through fatherhood, until a second such face could be born.”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

“Hey hey hey,�� said Roman, “we don’t love with our teeth.”
― Brian McGreevy, Hemlock Grove

“Wanderess, Wanderess,
emporte-nous dans un récit
de séduction et de ruse.
Héroïque sera la Wanderess,
le Monde sera sa Muse !”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

“Yang ada di antara kita

hanya sentuh, bukan rasa

hanya cium, bukan kata-kata

hanya saat ini, bukan selamanya.”
― Fenny Wong, Lapis Lazuli

“The Greeks think they justly honor players, because they worship the gods who demand plays; the Romans, on the other hand, do not suffer an actor to disgrace by his name his own plebeian tribe, far less the senatorial order. And the whole of this discussion may be summed up in the following syllogism. The Greeks give us the major premise: If such gods are to be worshiped, then certainly such men may be honored. The Romans add the minor: But such men must by no means be honoured. The Christians draw the conclusion: Therefore such gods must by no means be worshiped.”
― Augustine of Hippo, City of God

“Those who are ignorant of Geology, find no difficulty in believing that the world was made as it is; and the shepherd, untutored in history, sees no reason to regard the green mounds which indicate the site of a Roman camp, as aught but part and parcel of the primeval hill-side.”
― Thomas Henry Huxley, Criticism on "The Origin of Species"

“What is deemed as “his-story�� is often determined by those who survived to write it. In other words, history is written by the victors...Now, with the help of the Roman historian Tacitus, I shall tell you Queen Boudicca’s story, her-story…��”
― Thomas Jerome Baker, Boudicca: Her Story

“La personne, homme ou femme, qui n'éprouve pas de plaisir à la lecture d'un bon roman ne peut qu'être d'une bêtise intolérable.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“I was at Peter's fondue party,before that was at the mall. Peter's tell me about Peter's, Did anything weird happen there? I was at a fondue party at a vampires everything about that is weird.”
― Richelle Mead, Succubus Revealed

“If there is one fable, which would seem entitled to escape the analysis, which we have undertaken of religious poems and sacred legends, by the laws of physical and astronomical science, it is doubtless that of Christ, or the legend, which under that name is really dedicated to the worship of the Sun. The hatred, which the sectarians of that religion,—jealous to make their form of worship dominant over all others,—have shown against those, who worshipped Nature, the Sun, the Moon and the Stars, against the Roman Deities, whose temples and altars they have upset,—would suscitate the idea, that their worship did not form a part of that otherwise universal religion.”
― Charles François Dupuis

“Istoria se repetă, iar timpul nu există. Îl împărţim ca să ne ordonăm puţin vieţile, cu toate că în realitate timpul este plan şi nu are nici început, nici sfârşit.”
― Enrique Moriel, La ciudad sin tiempo

“Why the Romans, Father?" I asked him one afternoon.
"Because, my child, they teach us how to bear suffering in a world of injustice where all faith is dead," he answered.”
― Judith Merkle Riley, The Oracle Glass

“If the interest of a scientific expositor ought to be measured by the importance of the subject, I shall be applauded for my choice. In fact, there are few questions which touch more closely the very existence of man than that of animated motors—those docile helps whose power or speed he uses at his pleasure, which enjoy to some extent his intimacy, and accompany him in his labors and his pleasures. The species of animal whose coöperation we borrow are numerous, and vary according to latitude and climate. But whether we employ the horse, the ass, the camel, or the reindeer, the same problem is always presented: to get from the animal as much work as possible, sparing him, as far as we can, fatigue and suffering. This identity of standpoint will much simplify my task, as it will enable me to confine the study of animated motors to a single species: I have chosen the horse as the most interesting type. Even with this restriction the subject is still very vast, as all know who are occupied with the different questions connected therewith. In studying the force of traction of the horse, and the best methods of utilizing it, we encounter all the problems connected with teams and the construction of vehicles. But, on a subject which has engaged the attention of humanity for thousands of years, it seems difficult to find anything new to say.

If in the employment of the horse we consider its speed and the means of increasing it, the subject does not appear less exhausted. Since the chariot-races, of which Greek and Roman antiquity were passionately fond, to our modern horse-races, men have never ceased to pursue with a lively interest the problem of rapid locomotion. What tests and comparisons have not been made to discover what race has most speed, what other most bottom, what crossings, what training give reason to expect still more speed?”
― Etienne-Jules Marey

“Hello, Goddess."- Roman Arceneaux”
― Brenda Tetreault, Tempted

“The Romans have provided a lot of writers with a model for various interstellar empires, of course, and no wonder. The Roman Empire is a really good example of a large empire that, in one form or another, functioned for quite a long time over a very large area. And over all that time, there was all sorts of exciting drama �� civil wars and assassinations and revolts and bits breaking off and being forced back in ... But I didn’t want my future �� however fanciful it was �� to be entirely European. The Radchaai aren’t meant to be Romans in Space.”
― Ann Leckie, Ancillary Justice

“It made the woman feel like a thousand seas had come together from all worlds, like faraway lands had been bridged together, and the vastness of the known and the unknown were somehow easier to comprehend.”
― M.C. Sburlea, In Roman Times: Empires and Madness

“La lecture, acte de communication? Encore une blague de commentateurs! Ce que nous lisons, nous taisons. Le plaisir du livre lu, nous le gardons le plus souvent au secret de notre jalousie. Soit parce que nous n'y voyons pas matière a discours, soit parce que, avant d'en pouvoir dire un mot, il nous faut laisser le temps faire son délicieux travail de distillation. Ce silence-la est le garant de notre intimité. Le livre est lu mais nous y sommes encore. Sa seule évocation ouvre un refuge a nos refus.”
― Daniel Pennac, Comme un roman