Gondolat Angolul Quotes & Sayings

I'm beginning to think information is our addictive madness. — Goenawan Mohamad

They were wrong, he thought. She is better than Garbo. — Suzanne Stroh

Just when she was about to reemerge from the depths of her sorrows, someone shook her again. This wasn't the jolt that usually awakens the senses. This was what it takes to finally rise over all that is petty about this world. Jealousy, insecurity and of course, betrayal. Awakening the senses was meant for another day, another time. — Anushka Bhartiya

I don't want to be smart, because being smart makes you depressed. — Andy Warhol

Fermat never cared to publish his investigations, but was always perfectly ready, as we see from his letters, to acquaint his friends and contemporaries with his results. — Thomas Little Heath

Fairy tales have always been about getting through the worst of everything, the darkest and the deepest and the bloodiest of events. They are about surviving, and what you look like when you emerge from the trial. The reason we keep telling fairy tales over and over, that we need to keep telling them, is that the trials change. So the stories change too, and the heroines and villains and magical objects, to keep them true. Fairy tales are the closets where the world keeps its skeletons. — Catherynne M Valente

You have to understand, I can't do any jokes about Ross Perot, because the last thing I need right now is another credit check. — Pat Paulsen

Folk music has pretty powerful medicine for changing your heart. — Paul Stookey

The darkness diminishes by dawn of light. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I've never been naturally fashion conscious. I'm the kind of person who sees a whole outfit in a magazine, runs out and buys it but looks like a clown. — Brooke Shields

He'd make sure to impress upon the wench his displeasure with her actions if only she weren't being so completely childish as to ignore him all morning. — Elizabeth Hoyt

But my best friend from college was silent for a long time. She, of all of my friends, had seen the parade of sad wrecks through my life, date after bad date after bad boyfriend. She was the one who'd picked up the pieces after the musician, the investment banker, the humanitarian who was human to everyone but me.
When at last she spoke, she said, Oh, hell.
And, after that: Hallelujah. — Lauren Groff

Writing is turning one's worst moments into money. — J.P. Donleavy

But it was the aforementioned stubborn streak that had him executing his plan by striding down the halls of Lord Welsing's London townhouse, peering into rooms and stopping to question any passing staff, while guests danced and laughed in the ballroom. The young lady crucial to his matrimonial campaign had gone missing. Again. Miss — Alissa Johnson