Elizaveta Quotes & Sayings

The girls in the stories make such fools of themselves. They are so weak. They fall helplessly in love with the wrong men, they give in, they are jilted. Then they cry. — Margaret Atwood

However if you wish unhappiness on someone else then the very strength of that wish will make you unhappy. — CLAMP

With those that you love, it's more or less understood - there's often a love-hate duality with no in-between. It's more complicated with those you are simply ready to love. — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

That law that created the native corporations was the idea of tanik American corporations to undermine tribal integrity." "What do you mean?" Bertie asks. "Everywhere else in the U.S., tribes have their own government, their own land, and their own money." "They have a monopoly on casinos, you mean," Bertie says cautiously. "Whatever it is. Our tribes in Alaska don't have nothing. It's the native corporations who have all the land and the money, and they're the ones making decisions." "But don't you think they're making decisions in the best interests of their shareholders, the native people?" "They're just making money for their shareholders like any other corporation," Mandy says. "And they hire taniks in Anchorage offices to carry out their business. They don't care about whether people up here are taking their dividends and drinking them away. I hate to say it, but I got to agree with Luther. It's a long, slow genocide, all done under the corporations' laws. — Elizaveta Ristrova

The first teacher, the first kiss, and the first crime. I've always been hindered by my dislike for repetition. The first time you do anything, it's creative, but from then on it's just work. — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

Self-similarity is a dull subject because you are used to very familiar shapes. But that is not the case. Now many shapes which are self-similar again, the same seen from close by and far away, and which are far from being straight or plane or solid. — Benoit Mandelbrot

May you enter into a new phase in your life. One that affirms your life's purpose. — Eleesha

I drank the dregs of the wine to what remained of my health.
I gave the last of my fervor for what remained of my hope.
I cannot say for sure that this country is cursed,
Honey flows with the milk, and the milk might curdle.
Eli7 — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

I tried to appear more normal than I was, so that those around me wouldn't think I was less normal than I was, and that suited them just fine. — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

Though a modern woman's computer is more intimate than her bed ... — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

Tim also has enough confidence so that it always looks like a Tim Burton film, but it really is collaborative. You're allowed to do it your way but of course he's always going to choose his way. — Helena Bonham Carter

Factual truth is always related to other people [ ... ]. It is political by nature. — Hannah Arendt

The impatient man of courage is like a premature ejaculation. — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

We've all gone through some kind of betrayal, whether it's with a boyfriend or a friend or a family member. That's why this is so relatable to everybody because we all know what it feels like to feel that betrayal. — Cameron Diaz

I don't even like cemeteries. Morgues, either, nor anatomy museums, undertakers' parlors, funeral chapels, or any of those places where the world of the living sparks against the world of the dead, and a spot of burned out time fades, diffuse in an ocean of timelessness. — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

When I joined the Tour I studied the best players to see what they did that I didn't do. I came to the conclusion that the successful players had the Three Cs: Confidence, Composure, Concentration. — Bob Toski

Taking a close look at all technical options is the right thing for them (AOL and MSN) to be doing. — Charlene Li

When you see honey in the bush and there are no sign of bees, flee!! for its all but a trap — Ikechukwu Izuakor

Has the finger of death to be laid on the tumult of life from time to time lest it rend us asunder? Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living? And then what strange powers are these that penetrate our most secret ways and change our most treasured possessions without our willing it? Had Orlando, worn out by the extremity of his suffering, died for a week, and then come to life again? And if so, of what nature is death and of what nature life? Having waited well over half an hour for an answer to these questions, and none coming, let us get on with the story. — Virginia Woolf

The brain of the modern human is no longer capable of understanding reality directly. It used to be that a person lived, looked toward the horizon, howled at the moon, and formed his conceptions, however biased, based on his own experiences and observations. There used to be this thing called independent learning. Not anymore. They crystallize our brains like ice from water. Imagine how slowly, starting in childhood, your brain is crystallized for you, forming your conception of reality. We could even determine a unit of currency for all humanity, 'the value of one concept.' Everyone would have their own change purse, so to speak, and the coins in it, though of various values, quantities, styles, and metals, would all be from a single mint. — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

[Answering whether there was life in other worlds, he said there probably was.] After all, there's plenty of unearthly looking things moving around in my refrigerator, so there's always a chance of life springing up almost anywhere. — Pete Conrad

From today onwards, take complete control of your life. Decide, once and for all, to be the master of your fate. Run your own race. Discover your calling and you will start to experience the ecstasy of an inspired life. — Robin S. Sharma

I imagined/felt their palms sweating, their sweat mingling, mutually fertilized, and dripping to the ground, where it gave birth to a scolopendra, the forked ends of its tail bedecked with the sparkle of drying tears. Their sweat would mingle again at night; the sweat from their bellies would run down into their loins, fill their belly buttons, and glimmer in the moonlight like the tears drying on the scolopendra's tail. — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

All that is gold does not glitter... — J.R.R. Tolkien