Dialektika Fogalma Quotes & Sayings

Only then, when no situation or character is obviously good or evil, is it truly interesting to act. — Liv Ullmann

I don't see any reason to let law interfere with justice around here. We never did before. — Sid Fleischman

When I look at 55 percent of our black men dropping out of school, how bad off are we going to be when we need some lawyers? — Bill Cosby

I'm feeling very angry right now, because I have only one bed and no couch. — Luis Guzman

So how do we get from there to a pattern of experience that can stand for the whole of postcolonial Latin America? Ah, our para dox again. The solution, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars but in ourselves. — Thomas C. Foster

His lessons were chock-full of analogies for a variety of musical situations. Those little things were my favorites. 'No ... that's too much vibrato. It's like putting bright red lipstick on a beautiful woman.' I always thought it was funny that when you broke a musical rule-like accenting a weak beat-he would turn his head away from you sharply, almost as though he were in pain. It's like you just slapped him in the face by being unmusical. — Manny Laureano

EVERYTHING IS A MIRACLE. IT IS A MIRACLE THAT ONE DOES NOT MELT IN ONE'S BATH. - PICASSO — Laini Taylor

The person who knows his calling will find opportunities everywhere — Sunday Adelaja

There is no city in the United States in which I can get a warmer welcome and fewer votes than Columbia, Ohio. — John F. Kennedy

I asked about the pipe dreams and he said they were more than I could afford. — S.J. Cruz

Lies mixed with truth goad the fires of hate. — Stina Leicht

The Cross of Christ bears the suffering and the sin of mankind, including our own. Jesus accepts all this with open arms, bearing on His shoulders our crosses and saying to us: 'Have courage! You do not carry your cross alone! I carry it with you. I have overcome death and I have come to give you hope, to give you life' (John 3:16). — Pope Francis

A mirror hung between the shelves.
Clara stepped in front of it and let her fingers run over the silver roses that covered the frame. She had never seen anything so beautiful. The glass they surrounded was dark, as if the night had spilled onto it. It was misted up, and right where she saw the reflection of her face was the imprint of a hand. — Cornelia Funke