Hrabal Obsluhoval Jsem Quotes & Sayings

The adoration of the sun was one of the earliest and most natural forms of religious expression. Complex modern theologies are merely involvements and amplifications of this simple aboriginal belief. — Manly Hall

For the first time in ten years, the March family gathered to perform the Twelfth Night Revels for the village of Blessingstoke, just as they had done in Master Shakespeare's day. The dragon breathed fire while the Turkish Knight brandished his sword at St. George, and when it was finished, the resurrected saint and his sad dragon stood in tableau while the white-robed chorus, of which Portia and I made two, sang of the blood-berried holly and the sweetly clinging ivy. Rather like Brisbane and myself, I thought fancifully. Both evergreen and hardy, one sturdy, one tenacious, and forever undivided. But now there was a new little branch grafted to our union. — Deanna Raybourn

Do all men kill the things they do not love ... The quality of mercy is not strain'd
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes — William Shakespeare

Exercise cannot secure us from that dissolution to which we are decreed; but while the soul and body continue united, it can make the association pleasing, and give probable hopes that they shall be disciplined by an easy separation ... to die is the fate of man; but to die with lingering anguish is generally his folly. — Samuel Johnson

Who knows where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say,
But if you let me love you
I'm sure to love you all the way. — Frank Sinatra

The road to success just might be your driveway. — Joey Reiman

As we, or mother Dana, weave and unweave our bodies, Stephen said, from day to day, their molecules shuttled to and fro, so does the artist weave and unweave his image. And as the mole on my right breast is where it was when I was born, though all my body has been woven of new stuff time after time, so through the ghost of the unquiet father the image of the unliving son looks forth. In the intense instant of imagination, when the mind, Shelley says, is a fading coal, that which I was is that which I am and that which in possibility I may come to be. So in the future, the sister of the past, I may see myself as I sit here now but by reflection from that which then I shall be. — James Joyce

It's just insane how much you swear, did anyone ever tell you that? My dad says it's a sign of a bad vocabulary. — Fredrik Backman

Wonder is a verb. An activity, like walking or eating cheese. Despite what we may think we are all already philosophers; the question simply is whether we do it well or poorly. — Thomas Swanson