Engleske Skracenice Quotes & Sayings

In their pursuit of the same supreme end, Matisse and Picasso stand side by side, Matisse representing color and Picasso form. — Wassily Kandinsky

If you don't pass your values on to your kids, someone else will. — Frank K. Sonnenberg

When I sing, I feel like when you're first in love. It's more than sex. It's that point two people can get to they call love, when you really touch someone for the first time, but it's gigantic, multiplied by the whole audience. I feel chills. — Janis Joplin

Everything is impermanent, except the love of God. — Neem Karoli Baba

The woman ran down the dirt track as if fleeing demons from Hell. — C.L. Bevill

Lawyers are very, very good at keeping you out of prison, but they will sacrifice your reputation and credibility to do so. — Barney Frank

I don't care about crime, I just want to get the guns. — Howard Metzenbaum

We find ways to comfort one another and to comfort ourselves. And comfort eases, but it does not erase. Until then, we keep reading. — Melissa Febos

Order is the first law of heaven, and you have to have order to survive on Earth. Figure out what has to be done each day, each week, each year and develop a system to achieve it. — Iyanla Vanzant

We feel sorry for you.
Manon rubbed at her eyes and braced her elbows on her knees, peering into the drop below.
She would have dismissed her, wouldn't have thought twice about it, if it hadn't been for that look in Keelie's eyes as she fell, fighting with every last scrap of strength to save her Petrah. Or for Abraxos's wing, sheltering Manon against icy rain.
The wyverns were meant to kill and maim and strike terror into the hearts of their enemies. And yet . . .
And yet. Manon looked toward the star-flecked horizon, leaning her face into a warm spring breeze, grateful for the steady, solid companion lounging behind her. A strange feeling, that gratitude for his existence. — Sarah J. Maas

Afternoon with Michel, sorting maman's belongings.
Began the day by looking at her photographs.
A cruel mourning begins again (but had never ended).
To begin again without resting. Sisyphus. — Roland Barthes

Do not set out to make Mexican art, or American, Chinese, or Russian art. Think in terms of universality. — Rufino Tamayo