Wrens Quotes

Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakespeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it.

He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men.

And then the wren gan scippen and to daunce.

The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight

The wren-box problem is becoming more acute each year, for wrens now demand better housing conditions and labor-saving devices.

Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons,
what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less,
But he not less the eagle.

What is the extinction of a condor to a child who has never seen a wren?

Words mean what they're generally believed to mean. When Charles II saw Christopher Wren's St. Paul's Cathedral for the first time, he called it "awful, pompous, and artificial." Meaning roughly: Awesome, majestic, and ingenious.

Glory, glory, said the Bee, Hallelujah, said the Flea. Praise the Lord, remarked the Wren. At springtime all is born-again.

So what happened? (Maggie) Nothing major. It’s just a group of assholes out to kill me. (Wren)

My father used to say that it’s not enough to just beat an attacker off. You have to hurt them enough that they’ll know not to tangle with you anymore. Or preferably kill them. (Wren)

No can do. Wren stays here. (Dev) Not what I was told. (Varyk) Well, I just told you. (Dev)

What would you like? (Maggie) I don’t care. I’ll eat anything not Tylenol or chocolate. (Wren)

And neither do I, asshole. (Wren) Wow. Multiple syllables and a whole sentence from the tiger. Who’d have ever thought it? Whoever she was, she must have had a lot of talent to make you speak. Next thing you know, she’ll have the dead walking. Quick, call a Dark-Hunter. I’m sure some of them would like another resurrection. (Dev)

I love Wren and he knows it.” “Yeah, but he seems like he wouldn’t welcome it.” “Sometimes he doesn’t. But it’s like Cherise says, the hardest ones to love are always the ones who need it most.” (Aimee to Fang)

Not that I’ve ever feared a fight or backed down from one –(Wren) That’s the truth. I swear he’s half beta fish. He’d fight his own reflection to prove a point. (Maggie)

Have you ever wanted something that you knew was bad for you? Something that you ached for so much you could think of nothing else? [Wren]

The market economy needs no apologists and propagandists. It can apply to itself the words of Sir Christopher Wren's epitaph in St. Paul's: 'If you seek his monument, look around.'

How many more are there like you? (Maggie) Enough to make the cast of a Cecil B. DeMille film look like a two-man opera. (Wren)

What happened to your hair, tiger? (Fang) It fell off. (Wren)