Dragoslava Santrac Quotes & Sayings

Why?" I say, so quietly that it comes out sounding like a tiny, tired sigh.
"Nobody wants to be mediocre." Her shadow on the ceiling is monstrous, a witch in profile. — Brenna Yovanoff

All the meat, he thought, and all it wants. — William Gibson

Every time meditators try to control their thoughts or feelings, they are identifying personally (atta) with it and this causes more pain and frustration. — Bhante Vimalaramsi

One German officer lived in the house opposite ours. He had a room with the Kahn family. They said he was a charming man - calm, likable, polite, and sympathetic. Three days after he moved in he brought Madame Kahn a box of chocolates. The optimists rejoiced. — Elie Wiesel

Writing is improvising sitting down. K.B.Brege — K.B. Brege

I have lots of records, quite a collection, actually, that I stole from my mom. I have the original 'Thriller' album and I have a really great 'Elton John's Greatest Hits,' and I also have a N.E.R.D. album. Records sound more original. They have more edge. — Elisha Cuthbert

A firm hand is one which holds the horse in full contact. — Francois Robichon De La Gueriniere

Interviews are usually a follow-up, like a press junket or a publicity junket, or something like that, and I'm not doing any of that right now. I don't have any axes to grind. — Michael Nesmith

Love is the answer when life isn't fair. — Rachael Carman

I think as any mother would be she was absolutely over the moon. And actually we had quite an awkward situation because I knew and I knew that William had asked my father but I didn't know if my mother knew. — Kate Middleton

The person he'd hurt the most though, ultimately, was himself.
It was his dreams that had come to nothing. His future that had folded before his eyes, like a house of cards. — Tilly Bagshawe

A month later Billie sits at her dining room table, sifting through the pictorial record of Chris's final days. It is all she can do to force herself to examine the fuzzy snapshots. As she studies the pictures, she breaks down from time to time, weeping as only a mother who has outlived a child can weep, betraying a sense of loss so huge and irreparable that the mind balks at taking its measure. Such bereavement, witnessed at close range, makes even the most eloquent apologia for high-risk activities ring fatuous and hollow. - describing the mother of Chris McCandless after learning of his starvation in the wild — Jon Krakauer