Gros Quotes & Sayings

They thought I suffered from lack of exterior, when I suffered from excess of interior — Romain Gary

Anger is needed to leave, to walk. That doesn't come from outside. In the hollow of the belly the pain of being here, the impossibility of remaining where you are, of being buried alive, of simply staying. — Frederic Gros

silence usually taught him more than the company of others. — Frederic Gros

When there is really nothing left to do or believe, except to remember, walking helps retrieve the absolute simplicity of presence, beyond all hope, before any expectation. — Frederic Gros

Once on his feet, though, man does not stay where he is. — Frederic Gros

When you are on foot, to arrive you must walk. — Frederic Gros

I don't consider myself to be definite, but in waiting position and eventual appearance — Romain Gary

Where questions of religion are concerned, people are guilty of every possible sort of dishonesty and intellectual misdemeanor. — Sigmund Freud

You can't simply turn off love. It's part of life, and it's everywhere. You have to reach out and try to take it. — Lauren Morrill

Growing up, I didn't know anybody who didn't have a miner in the family. Both of my grandfathers were miners. — Jennifer Haigh

Grandchildren have taught me how important the future is. I try to look through their eyes and envision what's in their imagination. What's the world going to look like when they're my age? That really does take a huge imagination. — Richard Lugar

I am weak, I say with no presumptions. I have no merit, I note it, that is all. There are times that I feel so weak there most be a mistake, and as I don't know what I mean with this, I am not going to say anything else — Romain Gary

And you still have to sqeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me.. — Harry Styles

I would advise my young colleagues, the composers of symphonies, to drop in sometimes at the kindergarten, too. It is there that it is decided whether there will be anybody to understand their works in twenty years' time. — Zoltan Kodaly

- Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position? - c'est le pigeon, Joseph. Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me in the bar MacMahon. Son of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris. My father's a bird, he lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face. Lap, lapin. He hopes to win in the gros lots. About the nature of women he read in Michelet. But he must send me La Vie de Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. Lent it to his friend. - C'est tordant, vous savez. Moi, je suis socialiste. Je ne crois pas en l'existence de Dieu. Faut pas le dire a mon p-re. - Il croit? - Mon pere, oui. — James Joyce