Brindza Vinarija Quotes & Sayings

I wanted to be as far away from everybody as I could be. I found it difficult to be close to anybody, not just the guys in the band. — Rick Allen

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us ... and we drown. — T. S. Eliot

[N]ow we have a clearer idea what this story is all about: The world was made for man, and man was made to rule it. — Daniel Quinn

A simple smile, a tender touch, speaks the true language of love. — Dan Fogelberg

Seeking happiness in material things is a sure way of being unhappy. — Pope Francis

I feel like the best thing, as far as what I do with kids, is I treat them like human beings. — Mike Vallely

Somehow we just don't make the same boisterous fun of Holy Week that we do of Christmas. No one plans to have a holly, jolly Easter. — Frederica Mathewes-Green

What cords seem almost unbreakable? In the case of mortals of a choice and lofty nature they will be those of duty: that reverence, which in youth is most typical, that timidity and tenderness in the presence of the traditionally honored and the worthy, that gratitude to the soil from which we sprung, for the hand that guided us, for the relic before which we were taught to pray - their sublimest moments will themselves bind these souls most strongly. The great liberation comes suddenly to such prisoners, like an earthquake: the young soul is all at once shaken, torn apart, cast forth - it comprehends not itself what is taking place. — Friedrich Nietzsche

TRACY MARANDER: [Kurt Cobain] was a really good artist. He would draw cartoons with funny sayings. I have this huge picture of this homeless guy, and it's a satirical thing on how homeless people are mentally ill, they're alcoholics, they had messed up childhoods - but they're expected to fend for themselves in a box in the snow. — Greg Prato

Every small town has at least one house the children whisper about; the type of house that has always been abandoned; where the once pristine white paint has faded to a grimy gray; where the windows are boarded, and the lawn never grows; where children hold their breath and close their eyes as they pass by. A house that sounds like it contains an army of whispering spirits when the wind whistles through the nearby trees.

In the town of Blackwood, that house could be found on Creep Street. It had stood there as long as he could remember. — The Blood Brothers