Quotes About Raving

Creating Customer Evangelists, The Power of Cult Branding, and Creating Raving Fans.

Now, he told me, I could see what humanity was worth. It could form the conception of justice, but could not trust its flesh to provide judges. Whatever it started was likely to end in old men raving. There was ruin everywhere and we should see more of it.

Sunpraise. None of it made any sense. He thought again of Brother Rhiad raving last night in the coach about what a dangerous

I been silent so long now it's gonna roar out of me like floodwaters and you think the guy telling this is ranting and raving my God; you think this is too horrible to have really happened, this is too awful to be the truth! But, please. It's still hard for me to have a clear mind thinking on it. But it's the truth even if it didn't happen.

There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving, that my compassion made me overlook its folly.

I like that: a little pressure on the understood boundaries of yourself. Sounded like something out of a self-awareness class, probably with yoga. See what kind of a pretzel you can tie yourself into and press on the understood... I was raving, if only to myself.

Europe is like a besieged town. Fever is raging. Whoever will not rave like the rest is suspected. And in these hurried times when justice cannot wait to study evidence, every suspect is a traitor.

I respect your right to hold your religious beliefs, and if they help you, I think that's great. I would, however, like to inform you that you are a raving kook.

thought of themselves as Irish, often making remarks to that effect; and that they emerged in the consciousness of many who knew them—servants and peers alike—as almost stereotypically Irish in their madness and eccentricity and penchant for the morbid. Several critics of the family have called them "raving Irish loonies.

A lot of comics aren't their on-screen personas; Chris Rock isn't always ranting and raving. What I do is make myself this over-the-top character that people either find endearing or they think is a joke. Then I can do anything I want.

My paternal grandma was a raving Thatcherite, one who had a xenophobic turn of phrase for most proceedings.

And do you know what the Americans and the Russians make their atoms with? They make them with the microbes of god. - You are raving, Mr Artaud. You are mad. - I am not raving. I am not mad. I'm telling you that microbes have been reinvented in order to impose a new idea of god.

In the terrific tumult of raving passions, the holy Voice would have been unheard.

I'm not mad into raving, to be honest. If it's not music, I'm chilling. But most of the time, it's music.

A stick-thin creature, hagged and bloody-mouthed. A vision of hatred and raving hunger. A monstrosity, a parody of a human.

Toby was rendered momentarily speechless. Was the minister out of his mind? Was this man seriously suggesting that political debate should return to the days of actual discussion of the issues? Was he literally raving tonto?

I'm afraid I have a very old guy opinion. You want customers raving about your brand? Sell them a good fucking product.

You want customers raving about your brand? Sell them a good fucking product.

People idealise their animals, and at the same time they patronisingly overlook a dog's natural life - biting fleas, burying bones, rolling in garbage, barking up an empty tree all night... But what do they do themselves? Bury stuff that will rot in secret and then dig it up and bury it again and rant and rave under empty trees!

I love to dance, and sing - in the shower, not in public. Im too old to go raving, but my fondest memories are of that kind of thing - dancing, with lots of people, outside if possible.

How long can we maintain? I wonder. How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Will he make that grim connection..

It was pathetic, the raving accusations of an ego blind to its own lies.

On this subject, U.S. Air Force spokesman James W. Moseley argued, "Those tabloid papers and cult magazines have been raving about this stuff for years, and it's just not true!

they were experimenting with narcoanalysis and found that Old Bull had seven separate personalities, each growing worse and worse on the way down, till finally he was a raving idiot and had to be restrained with chains. The top personality was an English lord, the bottom the idiot. Halfway he was an old Negro who stood in line, waiting with everyone else and said, Some's bastards, some's ain't, that's the score.