Dvejiems Quotes & Sayings

I have a pullout couch, and I could sleep in the living room. You can have the bedroom."
"I'm sorry. No." Mel put her hand on his chest, her eyes sparkling. "I have to draw the line there. I should at least get sex out of this deal or this really would be a tragedy. — Lisa Kessler

My parents have always been open to me trying new things, whether it's yoga or ballet or tap or jazz or piano or horse riding. — Sofia Vassilieva

BERTRAND RUSSELL, The Philosophy of Logical Atomism We've associated that word philosophy with academic study that in its own way has gotten so far beyond the layman that if you read contemporary philosophy you've no clue, because it's almost become math. And it's odd that if you don't do that and you call yourself a philosopher that you always get 'homespun' attached to it. — Bertrand Russell

Are you one of his teammates?"
"Yeah," Adam said, and it wasn't a lie because according to some people, both he and Tony were playing for the other team. Which made them teammates of a sort. — Suzanne Brockmann

Love. Infinite, unwavering love, love that completely envelopes one's mind and soul. That is the love that can mold one's mind. Love is final and most precious gift of life, if you find it never let it go. — Markus Peterson

Women are all born with a special, independent organ that allows them to lie. This was Dr. Tokai's personal opinion. It depends on the person, he said about the kind of lies they tell, what situation they tell them in, and how the lies are told. But at a certain point in their lives, all women tell lies, and they lie about important things. They lie about unimportant things, too, but they also don't hesitate to lie about the most important things. And when they do, most women's expressions and voices don't change at all, since it's not them lysing, but this independent organ they're equipped with that's acting on its own. That's why - except for a few special cases - they can still have a clear conscience and never lose sleep over anything they say. — Haruki Murakami