Contracorriente Hn Quotes & Sayings

She should not have taken any of these people at face value. She had been naive. But this conclusion, she realized, pointed unambiguously in the direction of cynicism. And she would not be a cynic. It was better to be naive, much better. — Alexander McCall Smith

Join a Highland regiment, me boy. The kilt is an unrivalled garment for fornication and diarrhoea. — Graham Lord

I think everyone's had a brother or a father or a cousin, uncle or grandfather who's had health issues because they've neglected things. I think that's almost been part of Australian culture, which is why I think Movember is really important. We need to change that outlook. — James Magnussen

Every time I listen to Jeff Beck my whole view of guitar changes radically. He's way, way out, doing things you never expect. — Brian May

We survive on novelty, so much less demanding than commitment. — Mikhail Lermontov

True, there are architects so called in this country, and I have heard of one at least possessed with the idea of making architectural ornaments have a core of truth, a necessity, and hence a beauty, as if it were a revelation to him. All very well perhaps from his point of view, but only a little better than the common dilettantism. — Henry David Thoreau

The piecemeal criticism which, like the fly, scans only the edge of a plinth in the great edifice upon which it crawls, disappears under a criticism that is all-comprehending and all-surveying. — William Greenough Thayer Shedd

I'm naturally quite lazy, and I actually think I'm lax about my career. None of my work defines who I am. — Catherine Tate

Every house, to be a true home, needs a mistress. — Laura Frantz

The point is to remember that with insecurities of your own, you are prone to think that every situation is going to be bad, when most likely it isn't. — Andy Stone

At the moment the only topic she could discuss was herself. And everyone, she felt, had heard enough about her. They believed it was time that she stop brooding and think of other things. But there were no other things. There was only what had happened. It was as though she lived underwater and had given up on the struggle to swim towards air. It would be too much. Being released into the world of others seemed impossible; it was something she did not even want. How could she explain this to anyone who sought to know how she was or asked if she was getting over what happened? — Colm Toibin