Daskalakis Constantinos Quotes & Sayings

Grab whom you must. Do what you want. — Seymour Hersh

I know people look at me and try to make conclusions about me immediately, based on the obvious, let's say. — John Lone

Holy shit!"

"Since when is shit holy? — Katie Klein

Musicians are so well covered in the press, it would be great to see more outspoken practitioners of green life. — Jason Mraz

I will not look back and say, 'I should have played in England.' — Zlatan Ibrahimovic

Textbook science is beautiful! Textbook science is comprehensible, unlike mere fascinating words that can never be truly beautiful. Elementary science textbooks describe simple theories, and simplicity is the core of scientific beauty. Fascinating words have no power, nor yet any meaning, without the math. — Eliezer Yudkowsky

Don't try to outfox this chicken... — Travis Berketa

I am not going to show you my art. I am going to share it with you. If I show it to you it becomes an exhibition, and in time it will be pushed so far into the back of your mind that it will be lost. But by sharing it with you, you will not only retain it forever, but I too will improve. — Ed Parker

Is medicine a science? — Siddhartha Mukherjee

I don't think fear that you share with the whole world warps you. It's personal fears that do that. — Elizabeth Goudge

I mean, comedy's hard. If you go back and look at the first season of 'Seinfeld,' it's a work in progress and that's what happens. It just takes time for people to figure each other out, and figure out timing, and to develop creatively with the writers. — Zachary Knighton

A life full of laughter is a life well lived. — V.C. Birlidis

Out- out are the lights- out all! And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm. — Edgar Allan Poe

So many things in this world were cracked and sad, and still a glowing showed through and moments came when everything was lit and love happened. Every tree stood where it belonged, each bird had perfect feathers folded against its tiny body, each holding a heart beating madly. Life was a vibration of light and dark, and love illuminated that life. Then darkness descended and your heart was ripped apart. So that was part of it, a requirement of the miracle. Death stayed, lurking in the shadow of beauty. In the bargain, life both had meaning and had none. So, she kept thinking, what to do? What to do? A pressure in her would not stop asking. There were not many things she could make better, not many things she could change. And yet ... and yet ... sparks of possibility still shot out. Unasked for, they came and randomly flew up. — Susan Minot