Aristodimos Kaldis Quotes & Sayings

An easy life is like quicksand:Before you know it, you're trapped and can't move, can't breathe, can't get to where you really wanted to go. Don't coast unless you're rolling downhill on a bicycle. — Jessica Hagy

Wherever the good work is I'll go. — Jamie Bell

Peace: the fruit of justice done especially to the Self. — Alice Walker

What is charm, it is not a moral quality.. it is not intellectual for no man by much thinking is able to add a grain of it to his personality. One either has it or has it not, it cannot be acquired or even cultivated. It is not physical even.. it seems to be added to the human personality, an aura, a glow, the gold dust upon a butterfly's wing, the bloom upon a peach. — Flora Thompson

So talked a while with Sarr about his cats - the usual subject of conversation, especially because, now that summer's coming, they're bringing in dead things every night. Field mice, moles, shrews, birds, even a little garter snake. They don't eat them, just lay them out on the porch for the Poroths to see - sort of an offering, I guess. — H.P. Lovecraft

Lawrence immediately saw that it was a trick question. You would have to be some kind of idiot to make the facile assumption that the current would add or subtract 5 miles per hour to or from the speed of the boat. — Neal Stephenson

Remember that no matter where I am or what I'm doing I've got a special place inside me that's all for you. It's been there since the day we met. — Sara Zarr

I'm sick in the heart," Blister aid, climbing into the car. "I don't need the doctor."
"Heartsick is the worst," Daisy G. said. — Susan Richards Shreve

Doyle Dane Bernbach was a great, great agency when I got there. There was an arrogance that everyone had, but it was a closed club. I was a guy who worked a little differently. Edgier. More punch-in-the-mouth. — George Lois

It could become much worse. — Thomas Mann

Night soil oozed onto my cloak, and I wondered why all my adventures involved foul odour. Why could I not for once frolic in a meadow of flowers, or escape in a hamper of fresh laundry? No, I must endure night soil and prison cells and unwashed soldiers ... — Catherine Gilbert Murdock