Entardecer En Quotes & Sayings

My life at the moment is a bit like my wardrobe. Organized chaos. — David Wenham

According to Okonkwo, the British via its indirect rule system ensured that Africans saw their native leaders as the demons who betrayed their people. He called it a demonocracy and that was the first time I had seen him become so passionate about issues that affect Africa as a people and continent. — S.A. David

I loathe conflict, and I loathe not getting along well with people, so I always try very hard to be on the best terms with the people I work with. — Joan Collins

Hockey is like a religion in Montreal. You're either a saint or a sinner; there's no in-between. — Patrick Roy

Who has no own conviction dissipates himself in the imitation of others. — Ernst Moritz Arndt

They locked gazes, showing their souls on the edge of their pupils, their melancholy and passionate souls, which death was unable to unite. — Marcel Proust

There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's. — Gregory Maguire

Scarcely anything in literature is worth a damn except what is written between the lines. — Raymond Chandler

The sun glistened on a drop of water as it fell from his hand to his knee. David wiped it off, but it left no tidemark: there was no more dirt to rub away. He took a deep breath and shivered. He was David. Everything else was washed away, the camp, its smell, its touch
and now he was David, his own master, free
free as long as he could remain so. — Anne Holm

There is no hour that has not its births of gladness and despair, no morning brightness that does not bring new sickness to desolation as well as new forces to genius and love. There are so many of us, and our lots are so different, what wonder that Nature's mood is often in harsh contrast with the great crisis of our lives? — George Eliot

From this simple phenomenon, this idea of saying something twice, more often, as often as possible, in order to make oneself understood - the most artful things developed ... the principle of repetition! — Anton Webern