Frumusetea Naturii Quotes & Sayings

Think occasionally of the suffering of which you spare yourself the sight. — Albert Schweitzer

The charges are false and despicable. I have not received a fair hearing. This is un-American. All the lawyering will provoke an untoward outcome. — Catherine Crier

Art was born as a desire, not as a demand. — Eliel Saarinen

I'm not saying everybody has a social responsibility of what art they create, but art should be open-ended. I just feel there's a lack of consciousness and understanding of impact and reach. Just maybe, for a second, just think of the effect you could have with a lyric. — Mary Lambert

I could feel the ghosts of all the girls I'd been behind me in the alleyway, creeping in my wake. I could almost hear my own footsteps as an echo. For a moment it was so real that I spooked myself. I stopped and turned to look. There was only silence and darkness. I walked on. — Joshilyn Jackson

My imagination is closer to a child's imagination than to a grown-up's. — Mary Pope Osborne

Long-term trauma for women who have survived armed conflict is a haunting reminder that health issues and depression can follow decades after the end of war, but women who hope for healing can and do move forward. — Zainab Salbi

I know that I am leaving the winning side for the losing side, but it is better to die on the losing side than to live under Communism. — Whittaker Chambers

Spider's Web * The Unexpected Guest — Agatha Christie

You exaggerate your own reactions. — Dylan Moran

I'm sorry I didn't know it was an elephant; I thought it was part of the furniture! — Stephen King

I feel my life is sterile, I am unbloomed, unused, I have nothing I can have that I will ever want, only some love, only dearness and tenderness, to make me weep. I am moved now and sad and unhappy beyond cold unhappiness, beyond any inconvenience that will cause you by my affection. — Allen Ginsberg

But there was only that silence, as in the five or ten minutes before a vicious thundersquall strikes, when the purple heads stack up in the sky overhead and the light turns a queer purple-yellow and the wind dies completely. — Stephen King