Agdas Market Sanal Alisveris Quotes & Sayings

Every man worships the dollar, and is down before his shrine from morning to night ... Other men, the world over, worship regularly at the shrine with matins and vespers, nones and complines, and whatever other daily services may be known to the religious houses; but the New Yorker is always on his knees. — Anthony Trollope

A defence in the Inquisition is of little use to the prisoner, for a suspicion only is deemed sufficient cause of condemnation, and the greater his wealth the greater his danger. — John Foxe

Competition in rowing doesn't just come from other countries. It comes from Wall Street, med school, law school. You think Harvard and Princeton grads want to live in Chula Vista? — Mike Teti

The French seized his arms and put a blade to his throat, calling to Eroica, "Geben Sie oben, — Naomi Novik

ANIENTED (A'NIENTED) adj.[anneantir, Fr.]Frustrated; brought to nothing. — Samuel Johnson

It seems strange that a butterfly's wing should be woven up so thin and gauzy in the monstrous loom of nature, and be so delicately tipped with fire from such a gross hand, and rainbowed all over in such a storm of thunderous elements. The marvel is that such great forces do such nice work. — Theodore Parker

I wrapped myself in the flimsy hospital gown and tiptoed across the hospital room to sit down on the hospital bed, holding my arms across my chest, trying to contain my breasts. They seemed enormous and unpredictable without a bra. — Jessica Knoll

Getting a mentor is the shortcut to success. — Bo Sanchez

As she dampens my shirt with sadness and snot, I realize I'm about to do another thing I've never done before. I suck in air and attempt to sing. "You're ... sensational ... ," I croak, struggling for a trace of Frank's melody. "Sensational ... that's all."
There's a pause, and then something shifts in Julie's demeanor. I realize she's laughing.
"Oh wow," she giggles, and looks up at me, her eyes still glistening above a grin. "That was beautiful, R, really. You and Zombie Sinatra should record Duets III."
I cough. "Didn't get ... warm-up. — Isaac Marion

Poetry is not about how we feel, of course. It's about how we feel about how we feel. Knowing how we feel about how we feel requires an almost ungodly attentiveness or consciousness - an otherworldly watchfulness and vigilance. As does - maybe? - love? — Adrian Blevins