Rimmer Quotes

Step up to red alert." Sir, are you absolutely sure? It does mean changing the bulb." - Rimmer & Kryten, "Red Dwarf

It costs our ancestors too damned much for us to have this life - the best thing we can do to honor them is to live it to its fullest.

Look, we all have something to bring to this discussion. But I think from now on the thing you should bring is silence. - Rimmer

I'd love to promise a lifetime to you. I just don't have one to give.

Life doesn't work that way, Alina. Hatred spreads - it doesn't burn out with time. Someone needs to stand up and stop it.

Life has a way of shattering our expectations, of leaving our hopes in pieces without explanation. But when there's love in a family, the fragments left behind from our shattered dreams can always be pulled together again, even if the end result is a mosaic.

Time has a way of deluding how we remember things, but there are some memories too pure for even the ravages of the years.

Life has a way of reminding you that you are at the mercy of chance, and that even well-thought-out plans can turn to chaos in an instant.

What happens when stories like theirs are lost? What happens when there’s no one left to pass your experience on to, or you just can’t bring yourself to share it?

All you have to do is revise your point of view. Instead of trying to achieve perfection, simply relax and enjoy human imperfectability. With that perspective you achieve the ultimate godhead. You see man as infinite possibility always in the process of becoming. You see finally that man, in emulating the creative process, is nothing less than God.

War breaks us down to nothing more than our most selfish will to survive—but when we rise above that instinct, miracles can still happen.

We didn’t realize that time has a way of racing past you—that the long hard days sometimes make for very short years.

just because our suffering isn’t the worst, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t count.

She could be barefoot for the rest of our lives and I'd love her disgustingly filthy feet with every bit of strength I had.

Such an awful situation only brings out the best in humanity.

Wrong, wrong, absolutely brimming over with wrongability.

Twelve!!! Twelve years old!!? When you lost your virginity, you were twelve???' 'Yeah.' 'Twelve??' Rimmer stared into the fire. 'Well, you can't have been a full member of the golf club, then.

Look, we've all got something to contribute to this discussion. And I think what you should contribute from now on is silence.

Loneliness is so much worse than sadness, because loneliness, by definition, cannot be shared.

If you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them, then I am happy. Its got nothing to do with the money.

I could snap myself out of the darkest moments only by reminding myself that things would get better

We don't have to put up with your snidey remarks, your total slobbiness, your socks that set off the sprinkler system.

Maybe those bits and pieces from our past are important in case they one day need to act as a map to guide her back to the memories she cherishes.

I’m doing the best I can, it’s usually not good enough and that’s just the way it is.

I knew with absolute certainty that small problems in a country can become immense tragedies when left unchecked. It started small in Germany. It even started small in Poland, long before the occupation. It started with a small group of people harassing and vandalizing and desecrating, and it ended with trainloads of my countrymen shipped to furnaces and dumped into a river. I

I can't wait to tell him how much of a revelation it has been to do something like this - standing on a mountaintop for no reason other than the sake of the experience. This moment is an investment in myself. I'm giving myself permission to make a memory that benefits no one but me. I love being a mother, and I love being a wife. I even love being a daughter and a granddaughter. But as I stand here on the mountaintop, I'm not any of those things. I am simply Alice, and for one breathtaking moment, I'm completely present.

It’s funny how every single thing in your life can shatter with a single decision; and not a decision I had any control over. Everything is suddenly broken, and there is nothing I can do to fix it.

I’d learned the hard way that loneliness was difficult to survive, but grief was infinitely worse.

There are many ways to fight, but striving for justice is always worth the battle.

Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast." Ace Rimmer

I like stupid questions,” Rimmer said. “They allow one to feel intelligent for once.

We are meant to be together,” he whispered, trailing his finger down the side of my face. We were made for each other, and everything else in the world will just have to figure itself out because we are going to be together. I love you.

Ah, Mr. War, sir. It seems that owing to circumstances completely beyond my control, there's been a bit of a cock up in the bravado department. I may indeed have come across as being more brave than in fact I am.

We have to take joy where we find it, even on the worst days.

The human spirit is a miraculous thing. It is the strongest part of us—crushed under pressure, but rarely broken. Trapped within our weak and fallible bodies, but never contained.

Sometimes you have to let go of one dream to pick up another one.

I have no idea what happens after you go, but it will be better because I knew you.

I knew with absolute certainty that small problems in a country can become immense tragedies when left unchecked. It started small in Germany. It even started small in Poland, long before the occupation. It started with a small group of people harassing and vandalizing and desecrating, and it ended with trainloads of my countrymen shipped to furnaces and dumped into a river.

This may be a piece of your own history, and it’s a history that was lost to you until now. I’ve helped people track their ancestors before, and the smallest things are sometimes unexpectedly intense.

Not for the first time, I wish just once when I asked my grandmother about the war, instead of her telling me “that was a terrible time, I don’t want to talk about it,” she’d been able to say something more. Anything more. Maybe if she could have shared some of her story, I could have learned from it, I could have taught my children from it—we could have built a better world from the hard lessons she surely learned.

When I was younger, I thought that life was fair. I thought that maybe each person was allotted a degree of suffering, but once they endured it, life would be easy. Now I know it is random, and that if there is any intention to life at all, it leans toward cruelty.

Isn’t an adult just a child, shaped by experience? How does a person learn not to hate, when that hate has been imprinted upon them from such a young age?

It’s not always the strongest trees that survive the storm. Sometimes it’s the trees that bend with the wind. And you, my treasure, find yourself right in a hurricane.

Home is not the country we stand in—it’s us. Home is the future we have been planning and dreaming of. We can build it anywhere.

the long hard days sometimes make for very short years.

Why do I rail only against the things that help me, and never against my habit towards self-destruction?

There are some moments in life that are distorted by anticipation. It has a way of warping our expectations—inflating them somehow.

I know once I open the floodgates of feeling sorry for myself, I'll get a taste for it and it will destroy me.

I always wondered if relationships could really be like that, where if a moment lined up just right, you could stand in a crowded room with them and feel only their presence.

I resolved then and there to become a woman and a mother who hugged. There was something so generous about the gesture.

Life is a journey. You don’t have to travel, but you always have to be going somewhere or you stagnate.

Hundreds of these decrees were passed, one by one. This is how polite society gives way to chaos. The collapse that comes at the end of the process is a consequence of the slow erosion over time.

and I know that I love Wade. Sometimes I also kind of hate him, but mostly, I love him. That’s marriage sometimes. That’s just the way it is; the years can’t all be kind, because life isn’t always kind.

It is the only truth I live by. Everything else is gone. We are made for each other, meant to be together. It doesn't matter what happens in this life or the next, Alina. We'll always find our way back to each other.

But if I know anything, I know that the love Lilah and I shared was a beacon of light to both of our lives. We didn’t have time on our side, but we did have a relationship that renewed my faith in pretty much everything worth believing in.

Maybe playing a part in the Resistance isn’t even about winning a battle,” Elz·bieta said, after a pause. “Maybe it’s just about being true to your values. About standing up for the things you believe and those you love, even if you know you can’t win.

It was a grief-drenched day, the kind of day where the hours drag and dissolve into nothing all at once; the kind of day when you wake the next morning and think it was just a bad dream, until the grit in your eyes and the heaviness in your chest remind you otherwise.

just like love—in the early moments, you don’t see the potential for it to bring you pain—it’s just something you slide into between laughs and smiles and moments of bliss. It’s something that feels like a shield, until you realize it’s actually a warhead, and it’s pointed right at you.

Addiction is, in that way, just like love - in the early moments, you don't see the potential for it to bring you pain - it's just something you slide into between laughs and smiles and moments of bliss. It's something that feels like a shield, until you realize it's actually a warhead, and it's pointed right at you.

But as I read about World War II, I was inspired by so many stories of love and survival, even in the face of unimaginable oppression and cruelty. Tomasz’s, Alina’s and Saul’s story became clear in my mind as I marveled at the way that not even the worst of humanity is powerful enough to stamp out grace or hope or love.

I finally discovered that the love I have for my children is the most powerful thing on earth. It's fierce and determined and an absolute force to be reckoned with. I would do anything for them. On a good day I know that I am far from a perfect mother, but I am all they have, and all I can do is to make sure that I expend every breath trying to do my best.

The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma by Bessel van der Kolk,

The hatred had become almost self-generating now, infecting every corner of our society. It had grown so big and so dark, it threatened to suffocate us.

You're my best friend in the whole world- a sister if not by blood, then by choice.

Since she was nine years old, Alina Dziak knew she would marry her best friend, Tomasz.

writer

art is not always for the viewer. Sometimes the very act of creating can mean salvation for the artist.

Hopelessness was a passive emotion, but its natural successor drove action, and that action rarely resulted in anything positive.

Churchill who said democracy is the worst form of government there is except for all the others.

To face the inhuman, one must become superhuman.

Sometimes the very act of creating can mean salvation for the artist.

To truly love someone, we must accept the real version of them, scars and all.

More than anyone, I understand that a mother can love a child desperately, and simultaneously find themselves broken by the endless demands of parenting.

You love like that only once in a lifetime—you can love from a place of innocence only once. It always leads to the deepest hurt, and after that, you’re changed and hardened by it.

tradition provides a roadmap, and that roadmap unexpectedly offers me a path through the worst of the grief.

Home is not the country we stand in—it’s us. Home is the future we have been planning and dreaming of.

There's an odd sensation within my chest- the splintering and shattering of something precious that had been straining under pressure for years.

There is something really, truly beautiful about having a place to call home,’ Lilah

I think that everything has a good and a bad side—everything, even though at the time most things that happen in life seem to be entirely good or entirely bad,’ Lilah

True love is just a synonym for desperate dependency.

She’s tattooed herself onto my spirit.

I wanted to be a person who brought history to the next generation, because if we don’t learn about our history, how can we learn from it? And we have to learn from it,

Our life had become a fragile chaos;

They meet someone who makes them laugh, and they laugh together, and the years melt away.

the depths of his loss transcended every one of our differences. We weren’t Jew and Catholic, we weren’t even man and woman—we were simply two human beings, grieving an inhuman act.

You love like that only once in a lifetime--you can love from a place of innocence only once. It always leads to the deepest hurt, and after that, you're changed and hardened by it.

Life doesn’t work that way, Alina. Hatred spreads—it doesn’t burn out with time. Someone needs to stand up and stop it. You watch, sister—when they’re done with the Jews, it will be our turn again. Besides, even if we could ride out the war with our heads down, and we sat back while the Nazis worked all of our Jewish friends to death, what kind of Poland could be rebuilt once they were gone? Those people are as important to this country as we are. We’re better off dying with honor than sitting back to watch our countrymen suffer,” he said.

And whatever we do with the freedom we have been gifted, whether our achievements and our struggles are big or small, we will do it in honor of those who gave so much so that we could live in a better world.

It is a strange thing to know yourself, and to realise at the same time that you are merely the product of the nest within which you are raised – and that a different nest might easily have produced a different you.

This is our family's tragedy, and we each play a part in the suffering. By sharing it, we can survive it, because we subconsciously remind one another that one day soon, this will end, and we'll still be standing side by side.

Sing me ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.’” “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, do you know how loved you are? In the morning, in the night, I’ll love you with all my might… Twinkle, twinkle, little star, do you know how loved you are?

There is something really, truly beautiful about having a place to call home,’ Lilah agreed softly. ‘But surely it’s got to be a base to return to, rather than an anchor. Ships only use their anchors between journeys, don’t they?

The things she sees as impulsive in my history reflect my lack of courage, not impulsiveness—all of the times when I didn’t dare warn her in advance that I wanted so desperately to take a different path to the one she’d chosen for me.

Hitler wants land and power, and it is much easier to convince an army to die for you when you have an enemy to fight,” Father said, quite gently. “And the Jews make for an easy enemy, because people will always hate what is different.

Life has a way of shattering our expectations, of leaving our hopes in pieces without explanation. But when there’s love in a family, the fragments left behind from our shattered dreams can always be pulled together again, even if the end result is a mosaic.

Life has a way of shattering our expectations, of leaving our hopes in pieces without explanation. But when there's love in a family, the fragments left behind from our shattered dreams can always be pulled together again, even if the end result is a mosaic.

When the time is right, I’ll be honest about who I am—my name and my heritage, and you’ll see what I knew all along. When a man is a patient on an operating table, and there’s only one person in the room with the skills to save his life, that patient will instantly forget that he used to be a bigot.

My experience is that addiction is always related to some disconnection—perceived or real—often rooted deep in some historical trauma. It takes an almost superhuman strength to overcome a narcotics addiction, because it takes an almost superhuman strength to look honestly at your past and yourself and ask—how can I heal?

I know, Elz·bieta,” she said quietly. “There is a whole city who would much rather turn a blind eye to the suffering behind the wall, and sometimes that is very difficult to bear. I tell myself that it is enough that history will harshly judge those who did not act, but I know in my heart that it is not enough. I wish I could drag some of these people into the ghetto and force them to look into the eyes of the people we have seen. You understand the problem, don’t you? Bystanders have allowed themselves to be convinced that the Jews are not like us, and as soon as you convince someone that a group of people is not human, they will allow you to treat them as badly as you wish.

You must believe that if God allowed you to survive this far—there is a purpose to it. You must believe that there is work left to do on this Earth before you are released to peace. Hold tight to what you have left, Saul Weiss. And if all you have left is your faith, then you cling to it with every shred of strength you have left—do you hear me?