Frumosul Dincolo Quotes & Sayings

People talk
they sneer at escapism. Well, there are those of us who need it. — Piers Anthony

Is it so bad to want something that you know is wrong? — Eileen Cook

But Demeseus, I have only begun. Do you see what this pure feeling 'love' can do to people? Just now, I know you wanted to take my head off. But if love is so pure, why do so many die in the name of love? It's a poison. It enters your body and slowly makes you do impulsive things you wouldn't normally do. People kill themselves because they want to be with their love. People kill others because they want to be with their love. And people kill their love because they want to be with their love. All in the name of love, but in the end, someone dies. — Charles Lee

Greatness depends on where you are coming from. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

That's what they tell you noise is, random energy, chaotic energy . . . It's the stuff that's not data, that's not information, that's not REAL. A thing that's what it's NOT and not what it IS. Noise is chaos. But chaos is continuity. . . . There are stories in the noise. — James W. Blinn

It is a rare photographer who can take a detached, cold-blooded view of his work. — Arthur Rothstein

I saw the main character played by Mads Mikkelsen, and he's amazing. Hannibal had that going for it. — Michael Pitt

A wide valley of the dead spread out below me, hundreds of them gently tucked into the ground in neat rows, their whispers frozen into the stones above them: I am here. I was here. Remember me. Remember. — Laurie Halse Anderson

This is somewhat of the word which he now speaks unto you: Why will ye die? why will ye perish? why will ye not have compassion on your own souls? Can your hearts endure, or can your hands be strong, in the day of wrath that is approaching? . . . Look unto me, and be saved; come unto me, and I will ease you of all sins, sorrows, fears, burdens, and give rest to your souls. Come, I entreat you; lay aside all procrastinations, all delays; put me off no more; eternity lies at the door . . . do not so hate me as that you will rather perish than accept of deliverance by me. — Wayne A. Grudem