Doisprezece Luni Quotes & Sayings

I get to make my own quotes now? — Kathrine Kautzman

He hovered, as it were, on the fringes of both the scientific and the classical worlds, making, apparently, no deep impression on either. Perhaps the characteristics that he inherited from D'Arcy the Elder partly accounted for this. Gifted, volatile, impulsive, and individual, neither could suffer a fool gladly, and they spoke their minds freely when occasion demanded and sometimes when it did not. They both went their own way; they would not 'run with the pack'; they despised the instinct that leads men to say what others say because it is easier, or do as others do for fear of being thought different. Alike in demanding the highest standard of integrity in behaviour and work they spared no man who was slovenly in either; critical of their own achievements they were equally so of other men's. — Ruth D'Arcy Thompson

Oh no! Don't drag us away from Antartica and take us to the playground of the rich and famous! Not that briar patch! -Max — James Patterson

[O]ne person's 'barbarian' is another person's 'just doing what everybody else is doing. — Susan Sontag

...The Kiggs-Phina way... — Rachel Hartman

When you have reached the point where you no longer expect a response, you will at last be able to give in such a way that the other is able to receive, and be grateful. When Love has matured and, through a dissolution of the self into light, become a radiance, then shall the Lover be liberated from dependence upon the Beloved, and the Beloved also be made perfect by being liberated from the Lover. — Dag Hammarskjold

It'd be better if he were easier to hate. — Suzanne Collins

We all cannot do everything or solve every issue. "It's impossible", however, if we each simply do our part. Make our own contribution, regardless of how small we may think it is ... together it adds up and great things get accomplished. — Mark W. Boyer

We're a family that takes its home entertainment very seriously. — David Foster Wallace

That was the moment. Until a minute ago I was so terrifying I was all that existed. But then she had forgotten me. Only for a fraction of a second, but it was enough. The forgetting was delightful because it was a sign that the hawk was starting to accept me. But there was a deeper, darker thrill. It was that I had been forgotten. — Helen Macdonald