Eutanasia O Quotes & Sayings

For 'wellness', naturally is no cause of complaint
people relish it, they enjoy it, they are at the furthest pole from complaint. People complain of feeling ill
not well. Unless, as George Eliot does, they have some intimation of 'wrongness' or danger, either through knowledge or association, or the very excess of excess. Thus, though a patient will scarcely complain of being 'very well', they may become suspicious if they feel 'too well'. — Oliver Sacks

Let's go again to Niag'ra,
This time we'll look at the Fall.
Let's leave our hut, Dear,
Get out of our rut, Dear,
Let's get away from it all. — Tom Adair

Bitterness will make you sick. During [Madiba's] imprisonment they were forced to work in the limestone quarry. Chipping away for no reason. Bitterness is the same. You reduce your own character with such a mindless exercise of cultivating bitterness. — Zelda La Grange

I opened the door and Lend smiled. 'They look better on you.'
'Wow, they must look just awful on you then.' I smiled back. — Kiersten White

Frivolity, under whatever form it appears, deprives attention of its power, thought of its originality, and sentiment of its depth. — Madame De Stael

May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead. (Irish blessing) — Anonymous

When I buy a Nikon camera, I have no tolerance for the instructions. I'm ready to make some mistakes using it and get some bad pictures back until I've figured it out for myself. — Sean Penn

In a way, making Martin Ellingham the way he is was a corrective exercise for my acting - to keep a bit still and show a little control. I do like it - it's like having an instrument that you can play and that you can pick up and enjoy playing. — Martin Clunes

The river Guadalquivir
Flows between oranges and olives
The two rivers of Granada
Descend from the snow to the wheat

Oh my love!
Who went and never returned

The river Guadalquivir
Has beards of maroon
The two rivers of Granada
One a cry the other blood

Oh my love!
Who vanished into thin air — Federico Garcia Lorca