34119 Quotes & Sayings

You can't kill bad guys all day long because others will take their place. — Marcus Luttrell

One repays a teacher badly if one always remains nothing but a pupil. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Diaries tell their little tales with a directness, a candor, conscious or unconscious, a closeness of outlook, which gratifies our sense of security. Reading them is like gazing through a small clear pane of glass. We may not see far and wide, but we see very distinctly that which comes within our field of vision. — Agnes Repplier

What I do remember is visualization of the sound of music, seeing bodies in movement in relation to how music sounded, because my mother practiced at the keyboard a lot and I also went to her lessons. As a two year old, three year old I remember seeing things in movement. — Twyla Tharp

Advent creates people, new people. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer

The woman blinks at her, and then spitting in Amy's face she shrieks. "I will not fall victim to your wicked mind games, you retarded spawn of a yeti! — C. Gockel

In a democracy, you have to find a market niche, make sure a novel is 'interesting' and 'spectacular.' That may be the toughest censorship of all. — Imre Kertesz

Some guys say it with flowers," Tucker said. "I bring you arson reports. — Josh Lanyon

The madness of youth made me unafraid. — Lauren DeStefano

Pure things give off positive energy; impure things don't. — Michelle Goldberg

When I come in from the beach at night, I'm too hungry to wait for anything that takes very long. — Nell Newman

The fields are snowbound no longer;
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up into the sky-
So many white clouds-and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver, and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears ...
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver. — Katherine Mansfield