Budova Commerzbank Quotes & Sayings

Women don't have a sense of humor," Bertie said. "They don't need one. The Almighty made them as a permanent joke on men. From which one may logically deduce that the Almighty is a female. — Loretta Chase

Every day I practice yoga, read poetry, and translate. What do I need politics for? — Ryszard Kapuscinski

I just want to be remembered as someone who wanted people to think free and wanted people to be free, whether it's at the end of the day, or at the end of the mortal coil. — Immortal Technique

The short span of life forbids us to spin out hope to any length. Soon will night be upon you, and the fabled Shades, and the shadowy Plutonian home. — Horace

Science progresses not because scientists as a whole are passionately open-minded but because different scientists are passionately closed-minded about different things. — Henry H. Bauer

In my entire life I have never seen a player of such quality and personality at such a young age, particularly wearing the 'heavy' shirt of one of the world's great clubs. — Fabio Capello

And the blast destroys everything it touches. — J. Kenner

One of the major goals of health insurance reform is to bring down the cost. — Valerie Jarrett

One key element to Hitchcock is the drooping jowl. That was crucial because his silhouette is crucial. There is something about his silhouette that became his brand. — Toby Jones

I didn't have any set idea of what kind of filmmaker I wanted to be. I knew I wanted to tell stories that meant something to me, but I never said I was going to be the weird, avant-garde guy. — Richard Linklater

Like most fourteen-year-olds, she was right-handed, so the rocks skipped farther across the murky water when Violet used her right hand then when she used her left. — Lemony Snicket

I'm not in the mood."
"When are you ever in the mood?" he asks.
"every other Friday and twice on Saturday."
"it's Saturday," he points out.
"Yeah, well, try again later," I say. "I'm not in the mood right now. — J.M. Darhower

Murdered man anywhere. Everything belonging to him had been destroyed. He himself had burned what had been below-stairs. The world would simply say that he was mad. — Oscar Wilde

Poor Williams was left holding the civic bag; he had taken a gutsy stand, his image was all moxie . . . and on Monday night, when the Angels were finally gone, he had earned the leisure that enabled him to go out to the lakefront and gaze off in a proud wistful way, like Gatsby, at the green neon lights of the tavern across the water, where the others were counting their money. — Hunter S. Thompson