Gotovo Ognjiste Quotes & Sayings

What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the Reaper Man? — Terry Pratchett

One thing's for sure, in the war between freedom and fear, our side is going to have better t-shirts. — Dave Winer

On the field you gives it, you takes it, and yer doon't fookin' groomble! — Vince Karalius

But ... the truth is ... I want you to have my baby. I didn't know how much, until the thought that I would never have the opportunity. I thought-" He broke off, a self-mocking smile touching his lips. "Damn it. I dont know how to be a husband, or a father. But since your standards in both areas seem to be relatively low, I may have a half a change at pleasing you." He grinned at her mock frown. — Lisa Kleypas

Warriors were more interested in learning what great deeds she had done before arriving. — Joseph R. Lallo

I describe myself as a simple Buddhist monk. No more, no less. — Dalai Lama

I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine. — J.R. Ward

My students frequently ask what their next project should be. My advice: immerse yourself in the music you love and you will find what you want to do; you will discover your next project. — Lukas Foss

People visit exposed and vulnerable; writers live there — Alisa Hope Wagner

I am no longer a criminal. I gave up that practice years ago. — Ronald Biggs

Do what thou dost as if the earth were heaven, and thy last day the day of judgment. — Charles Kingsley

My fingers clutch the wooden edges of the podium. "My sister, Isabelle, was a woman of great passions," I say quietly at first. "Everything she did, she did full speed ahead, no brakes. When she was little, we worried about her constantly. She was always running away from boarding schools and convents and finishing school, sneaking out of windows and onto trains. I thought she was reckless and irresponsible and almost too beautiful to look at. And during the war, she used that against me. She told me that she was running off to Paris to have an affair, and I believed her. — Kristin Hannah

I sit here before my computer, Amiguita, my altar on top of the monitor with the Virgen de Coatlalopeuh candle and copal incense burning. My companion, a wooden serpent staff with feathers, is to my right while I ponder the ways metaphor and symbol concretize the spirit and etherealize the body. The Writing is my whole life, it is my obsession. This vampire which is my talent does not suffer other suitors. Daily I court it, offer my neck to its teeth. This is the sacrifice that the act of creation requires, a blood sacrifice. For only through the body, through the pulling of flesh, can the human soul be transformed. And for images, words, stories to have this transformative power, they must arise from the human body
flesh and bone
and from the Earth's body
stone, sky, liquid, soil. This work, these images, piercing tongue or ear lobes with cactus needle, are my offerings, are my Aztecan blood sacrifices. — Gloria E. Anzaldua

I glanced back at my merry little band of travelers. A hornless gay unicorn. A half-giant. A knight who was a jerk but that I wanted to have for breakfast. — T.J. Klune