Gromovo Quotes & Sayings

Even under more ingratiating conditions than rocket travel, this new conquest has already disclosed drawbacks quite as remarkable as its advantages. On a transcontinental flight by a jet plane approaching super-sonic speed, the actual trip is so cramped, so dull, so vacuous, that the only attraction the air lines dare to offer are those vulgar experiences one can have by walking to the nearest cabaret, restaurant, or cinema: liquor, food, motion pictures, luscious stewardesses. Only a lurking sense of fear and the possibility of a grisly death help restore the sense of reality. — Lewis Mumford

To speak of them out loud, to speak of their hunger and pain and loneliness and humour, to make them visible so that can not be ravaged in the dark without great consequence. — Eve Ensler

Let's get the elephant out of the room. I'm a conservative Democrat. — Scott Howell

Prayer does not alter that which God has determined; it never changes anything. It merely achieves what He has already foreordained. — Watchman Nee

The greatest of all weaknesses is the fear of appearing weak. — Andrew Hunt

We become so used to the familiar that we begin to doubt the unfamiliar, until our eyes are opened and we see. — Ted Dekker

Negative self-talk and negative affirmation can keep you anchored in old thought patterns and identities. — Bryant McGill

Oh my God, I grew up in the kitchen. Absolutely. The kitchen, for me, is home. — Princess Tatiana Of Greece And Denmark

But at the end of the white board, the edge, where you'll come down with your weight to make it send you off, there are two areas of darkness. Two flat shadows in the broad light. Two vague black ovals. The end of the board has two dirty spots. They are from all the poeple who've gone before you. Your feet as you stand here are tender and dented, hurt by the rough wet surface, and you see that the two dark sports are from people's skin. They are skin abraded from feet by the violence of the disappearance of people with real weight. More people than you could count without losing track. The weight and abrasion of their disappearance leaves little bits of soft tender feet behind, bits and shards and curls of skin that dirty and darken and tan as they lie tiny and smeared in the sun at the end of the board. They pile up and get smeared and mixed together. They darken in two circles. — David Foster Wallace