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Desanka Maksimovic Opomena Quotes By Chris Pirillo

Passwords are like underwear: you don't let people see it, you should change it very often, and you shouldn't share it with strangers. — Chris Pirillo

Desanka Maksimovic Opomena Quotes By Debasish Mridha

Life is not about living; life is about contributing. — Debasish Mridha

Desanka Maksimovic Opomena Quotes By Jackson Browne

Caught between the longing for love, and the struggle for the legal tender, where the sirens sing and the church bells ring, and the junk man pounds his fender. Where the veterans dream of the fight, fast asleep at the traffic light, and the children solemnly wait for the ice cream vendor. — Jackson Browne

Desanka Maksimovic Opomena Quotes By Jerry Uelsmann

The contemporary artist ... is not bound to a fully conceived, previsioned end. His mind is kept alert to in-process discovery and a working rapport is established between the artist and his creation. While it may be true, as Nathan Lyons stated, 'The eye and the camera see more than the mind knows,' is it not also conceivable that the mind knows more than the eye and the camera can see? — Jerry Uelsmann

Desanka Maksimovic Opomena Quotes By David Nicholls

She made a firm resolution, one of the resolutions she was making almost daily these days. No more sleepovers, no more writing poetry, no more wasting time. Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again. — David Nicholls

Desanka Maksimovic Opomena Quotes By Zoe Trope

I feel like she could drown me in a spoonful of water or crush me with her fingernail clippings. I realize I have no chance. — Zoe Trope

Desanka Maksimovic Opomena Quotes By Dorianne Laux

How not to imagine the tumors
ripening beneath his skin, flesh
I have kissed, stroked with my fingertips,
pressed my belly and breasts against, some nights
so hard I thought I could enter him, open
his back at the spine like a door or a curtain
and slip in like a small fish between his ribs,
nudge the coral of his brains with my lips,
brushing over the blue coil of his bowels
with the fluted silk of my tail. — Dorianne Laux