Divinitatea Quotes & Sayings

Human beings are interested in two things. They are interested in the reality and interested in telling about it. — Gertrude Stein

To crank up a noisy bad stance out in a place like San Francisco and start yelling about "getting things done in Washington" is like sitting far back in the end zone seats at the Super Bowl and screaming at the Miami linebackers "Stop Duane Thomas! — Hunter S. Thompson

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. — Samuel Beckett

[Law] is one part justice to nine parts expediency. Who needs it. — Lucille Kallen

Hate California
it's cold and it's damp. — Lorenz Hart

I do think, where would kids be if it weren't for you and for the good pediatricians, and for the good parents? I passionately believe in sitting a child on your lap and tracing the lines of the book with your finger, and they can read before they know they can, if you bother enough. I did it with my kids, and they're doing it with their kids now. — Julie Andrews

As time passed from solstice to mild solstice in those occluded zones of my early childhood, I played beneath the distracted majesty of my mother's blue-eyed gaze. With her eyes on me I felt as if I were being studied by flowers. — Pat Conroy

I may be a pawn," I said as I locked my shaking knees. "But I've been to the other side and survived the trip back and can move like a queen." Pixy dust sifted over us, and my skin burned. "Don't piss me off. — Kim Harrison

It's no secret that my family was very, very poor, and I don't want that for my life or my children's life certainly. But some might say I could relax a bit more and know that that's not going to happen to me. I'm not going to end up in a car. — Anne Heche

Life is a game, and it's much more fun if you play it as your own game, so stay light and loose and relaxed. — Bill Murray

They all try to see more of her, but she hides herself away.
It is not how Kitty would grieve. She, if she had to, would grieve wildly - with noise, mucus, paint on the canvas, blustery walks on beaches, curse words and exhausted sleep. But everyone grieves differently just as everyone loves in different ways. — Susan Fletcher