Dissiper Synonyme Quotes & Sayings

In the spring, Jeeves, a livelier iris gleams upon the burnished dove."
"So I have been informed, sir."
"Right ho! Then bring me my whangee, my yellowest shoes, and the old green Homburg. I'm going into the Park to do pastoral dances. — P.G. Wodehouse

Everything that is ended, everything that is last, naturally awakens in man a feeling of sorrow and melancholy. At the same time, it excites a pleasurable feeling, pleasurable in that very sorrow, and that is because of the infiniteness of the idea that is contained in the words ended, last, etc. ( Thus by their nature such words are, and always will be, poetic, however ordinary and common they are, in whatever language and style.) — Giacomo Leopardi

I do not criticize people who take a public stand on human rights issues. I express my respect for them. But some people are more influential without a public confrontation. — Henry A. Kissinger

What's so exciting is to be able to just take something and polish it so much that hopefully in the future people will start borrowing things from it. — Theo De Raadt

The days of looking the other way while despotic regimes trample human rights, rob their nations' wealth, and then excuse their failings by feeding their people a steady diet of anti-Western hatred are over. — Dick Cheney

When the enemy of my enemy is willing to use plasma weapons inside a hotel, I think I can do better than stupid aphorisms, General.
-Captain Kevyn Andreyasn — Howard Tayler

How presumptuous of someone to think the world is interested in a half-dozen or eight or 10 of their kids. — Anne Nicol Gaylor

I have no anonymity.I've not had a drink in nine and a half years. That's my whole story right there. — Ringo Starr

I made a lot of mistakes out of the ring, but I never made any in it. — Jack Johnson

Every social ethic is doomed to failure if it is blind to personal responsibility (The Ten Commandments, 10). — J. Douma

The rain began to fall harder, and it distracted him, but he tried to pull himself back because he felt on the verge of understanding something large and important. It seemed to him that this moment - the light and wind, the sweep of fields, the falling rain, the lowing cows, Leah's form as it twisted to one side and then another - captured a sort of life that he longed for, a life of order and harsh beauty, and although this was his farm and his vision, it did not seem to be his life. It seemed instead to be the thing for which he must daily give up his life, an act of submission to something he could not name and only rarely, in moments such as these, have a sense of. Life during these moments seemed neither lost nor ruined but a power to be shared, as the grass shares its power with the living things that devour it. — Robert Boswell