Automatikus Helyes R S Quotes & Sayings

I come from a family of farmers on both sides of my family. — Eric Ripert

You begin by letting thoughts flow and watching them. The very observation slows down the mind till it stops altogether. Once the mind is quiet, keep it quiet. Don't get bored with peace, be in it, go deeper into it. — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

Who doesn't want to rise above the obstacles in his pathway? Who wouldn't want to go down in flames? — John Darnielle

Laughter crosses boundaries of class and age ... Humour is universal. — Jeremy Lloyd

The man who enters his wife's dressing room is either a philosopher or a fool. — Honore De Balzac

A man's knowledge may be said to be mature, in other words, when it has reached the most complete state of perfection to which he, as an individual, is capable of bringing it, when an exact correspondence is established between the whole of his abstract ideas and the things he has actually perceived for himself. His will mean that each of his abstract ideas rests, directly or indirectly, upon a basis of observation, which alone endows it with any real value; and also that he is able to place every observation he makes under the right abstract idea which belongs to it. — Arthur Schopenhauer

Pride is a proof of great distress and turmoil within the heart. It is a sign of insecurity and weakness — Josephine Akhagbeme

Though Brian was only in his late thirties, his life had been scarred by death: not only had he lost his father and brother, but his first wife had died of diabetes when she was seven months pregnant. He had since remarried, yet there were no children, and he suffered spells of what he called "wild, despairing sorrows. — David Grann

The Venn diagram of men who say women take too long to get ready and men who ask if you're sick when you're not wearing makeup is a circle. — Unknown

What do we learn from the camel caravans? If you endure very hard conditions, you shall reach your challenging destination sooner or later! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

My lips are zipped. He is pretty. All that blond hair and those eyes. I'd do him."
"Line is closed. Go back to your own ride. — Mercy Celeste

He came forward, holding his belt by one hand. The holes in it marked the progress of his emaciation and the leather at one side had a lacquered look to it where he was used to stropping the blade of his knife. He stepped down into the roadcut and he looked at the gun and he looked at the boy. Eyes collared in cups of grime and deeply sunk. Like an animal inside a skull looking out the eyeholes. He wore a beard that had been cut square across the bottom with shears and he had a tattoo of a bird on his neck done by someone with an illformed notion of their appearance. He was lean, wiry, rachitic. Dressed in a pair of filthy blue coveralls and a black billcap with the logo of some vanished enterprise embroidered across the front of it. — Cormac McCarthy