Dojazd Samochodem Quotes & Sayings

A composer once told me that the silence from which each note emerges is more important than the note itself. — Wayne W. Dyer

Were only trying to help, but you need to punish them. In a strange way, it will make them feel better. That's the way of society, you make a mistake, make restitution, learn from it, and move on. If there's no restitution, there's no learning. No consequences equals spoiled brats. — Katie Graykowski

He could not condemn them without understanding; and he could not understand. Did he like them? No, he thought; he had wanted to like them, which was not the same. He had wanted it in the name of some unstated potentiality which he had once expected to see in any human being. He felt nothing for them now, nothing but the merciless zero of indifference, not even the regret of a loss. — Ayn Rand

Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting. — M.A. Nowak

The Giants have won. They have won the World Series for the third time in five years. And Madison Bumgarner has firmly etched his name on the all-time World Series record books as one of the greatest World Series pitchers the game has ever seen. — Jon Miller

I make a composition with a white and a black, and make adjustments when the white has become a paper and the black a shadow. — Juan Gris

The decision violates both the letter and spirit of the law. — Philip E. Berger

I didn't sleep all night, thinking. I thought about you, about those puppy eyes you give me, when you fake your sadness to make me smile-- and that upper lip of yours that brings life to all of my senses. I thought about your laughter when you get tickled, and that soft mellow place near your arm pit that I wish could be knit into a pillow for me to hug all night long. I thought about your stomach, your soft and sensitive stomach, scared like a baby kitten under the pouring rain. And I remembered the feeling of protection that comes washing over me when I get a glimpse of it, the feeling of covering it with the layers of my very own skin. I remembered your head when it rests on my heart, a rock sheltering itself on the verdure of infinity. I remembered your silky black hair, and how I never imagined that hair curls so thin could twirl, in the way they do, the rigid core of my existence. — Malak El Halabi