Gyventi Sinonimai Quotes & Sayings

Why not laugh again, and let your joy be my monument? — Stephanie Roberts

Never put a razor inside your nose - even as a joke. — Jake Johannsen

I love exploring the characters that I play, but the reason I sign on for something isn't the details of the story but the universal message. — Brie Larson

Terror is so delicious," she remarked. "You're disappointingly predictable, Harmonia. All these years and you would still risk everything for him. Tsk, tsk. — Courtney Cole

He hath a share of man's intelligence, but no share of man's falsehood. — Walter Scott

I have my tombstone already. A tombstone company in the East gave it to me when I jumped Snake Canyon. My plot is in Montana. — Evel Knievel

Hope is a desperate man's currency. — Paul Tremblay

The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he is on. — Joseph Heller

Tuan volgen oketh ama. I said, using on eof my favorite Siaru idioms. It meant 'don't let it make you crazy' but it translated literally as: 'don't put a spoon in your eye over it. — Patrick Rothfuss

And in the same way, again, are not the thoughts of men and women in the agony of death often turned towards the practical, painful, obscure, internal, intestinal aspect, towards that 'seamy side' of death which is, as it happens, the side that death actually presents to them and forces them to feel, a side which far more closely resembles a crushing burden, a difficulty in breathing, a destroying thirst, than the abstract idea to which we are accustomed to give the name of Death? — Marcel Proust

The so called unconscious inferences can be traced back to the all-preserving memory, which presents us with parallel experiences and hence already knows the consequences of an action. It is not anticipation of the effects; rather, it is the feeling: identical causes, identical effects ... — Friedrich Nietzsche

It's not in searching externally for the peace that passes all understanding; it's in searching from within you. — Alice Hocker

My weakness ... is architecture. I think of my work as ephemeral architecture, dedicated to the beauty of the female body. — Christian Dior

The place was stifling. Suddenly it occurred to her that a trace of him still lurked in her, minute and spectral, that effluvial stain that would be her stigmata forever. It was then that she resolved to ask for an appointment to see him, as things had to be settled between them. — Edna O'Brien