Esentele Quotes & Sayings

love can be the most enthralling of demons. 3 — Douglas Clegg

Be strong and begin again! — Lailah Gifty Akita

Remember, you are not sent to whiten tombs, but to open them. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

For the concept of a circuit of the blood does not destroy, but rather advances traditional medicine. — William Harvey

I hate this type of unearned unhappiness. — William Styron

He called it a mastodon (which means, a touch unexpectedly, "nipple-teeth"). — Bill Bryson

If you love to pass the frontiers, your reward will be brand-new frontiers to pass! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

I primarily use poetry as a purge, a self-medication device when I'm in the depths of loneliness, anxiety or in the throes of depression. When I'm lost in the darkness of mental illness, I spill forth a deluge of words and prose that are oftentimes grim, dark and depressive. And when my poems are spilled forth into one of my poetry journals, I feel a weight has been indeed been lifted from me, and my mind can rest just a bit easier. — Nicholas Trandahl

And I have gifts for you, the brave navigator of the Argo II!" "I like to think of myself as captain," Leo said. "Or supreme commander. — Anonymous

Sometimes I forget that I am even watching myself, realizing that's me. It's like you almost become a fan yourself: You are just this normal person watching this show, and then you realize that it's your show. It's weird sometimes. — Evan Rachel Wood

when you find out who your not allowed to criticize, then you will realize who is in control". — Voltairine De Cleyre

Miss Kate, though twenty, was dressed with a simplicity which American girls would do well to imitate, — Louisa May Alcott

Setbacks help you to concentrate. — Lindsey Vonn

Best advice that I ever got is to do whatever it takes to make myself happy, so that I'll be able to make others happy. If I'm not happy, I can't make other people happy. — Flavor Flav

She overcame a moment of hesitation and glanced at Jared. All the lights in his crazy gray eyes were dancing. A shiver went through her, a ripple of his delight. She felt again the way she had at the Crying Pools and at her house, the thrill of sharing your secret soul and having someone think it was wonderful. — Sarah Rees Brennan