Confruntarea Cod Quotes & Sayings

I am haunted by the ghost of my father, I think that should allow me to quote Hamlet as much as I please. — Erin Morgenstern

Be excellent to each other and ... Party on, dudes! — Ted Theodore

Not since Attila the Hun swept across Europe leaving 500 years of total blackness has there been a man like Lee Marvin. — Joshua Logan

Modesty and dew love the shade. — Alphonse De Lamartine

swung between the purest love and the wildest hatred. In spite of the fact that she gave herself to me without reservation, I would suddenly be overcome with the feeling it was all a sham. For a while she would seem as innocent as a young girl, but suddenly I would be convinced she was a bitch, and then a long parade of doubts would file through my mind: where? how? how many? when? — Ernesto Sabato

One of the great things about TV is the story to tell can be very internal and really character-based. — Mitchell Hurwitz

You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming. — F Scott Fitzgerald

On many young actors that don't give their parents proper credit: I'm still waiting for some actor to win, say, an Oscar ... and deliver the following acceptance speech: I would like to thank my parents, first of all, for letting me live. — Bill Cosby

Insofar as we appreciate order, it is when we perceive it as being accompanied by complexity, when we feel that a variety of elements has been brought to order
that windows, doors and other details have been knitted into a scheme that manages to be at once regular and intricate. (p184) — Alain De Botton

I try to always go for something ... very interior, following thoughts and memories, something that I think is difficult to do on the screen, which is essentially a third-person medium. — Kazuo Ishiguro

You are responsible for understanding your limitations. — Sara Genn

[...] and if then women do not resign the arbitrary power of beauty - they will prove that they have less mind than man. — Mary Wollstonecraft

But that sacred hunger we spoke of justifies all. — Barry Unsworth

As he walked up past the red and green tennis courts in east Berkeley and saw the swing of the women's hair in the breeze, the crisp strokes that sent the ball over the net like a little bone-white planetoid, it occurred to him that there was still a last chance for a pair of heavenly arms to reach out to him and save him. — William T. Vollmann