Ieva Andrejevaite Quotes & Sayings

Every known thing used to be unknown
And every rock could become a stone
Someday nature will have to atone
When soul sees dead flesh leaving the bone — Munia Khan

I am always saying what I shouldn't say; in fact, I usually say what I
really think
a great mistake nowadays. It makes one so liable to be
misunderstood. — Oscar Wilde

We'll never solve the problems we don't talk about. — Justin Young

Does the Pope love Jesus? — Dana Marie Bell

Hitler believed nothing, so he was free to believe in anything. — George Friedman

The Italians are not indulgent, as Americans are. They don't have the patience to teach young singers how to move. They think you should learn in school. — Marcello Giordani

Unaware of Nina, the woman paused at the riverbank and looked out over the scar on the land where the water should run. Her expression sharpened, turned desperate as she reached down to touch the child in her arms. It was a look Nina had seen in woman all over the world, especially in times of war and destruction. A bone-deep fear for her child's future ... Someday her portraits would show the world how strong and powerful women could be, as well as the personal cost of that strength ...
She heard Danny come up beside her. "Hey, you."
She leaned against him, feeling food about her shots. "I just love how they are with their kids, even when the odds are impossible. The only time I cry is when I see their faces with their babies. Why is that, with all we've seen?"
"So it's mothers you follow. I thought it was warriors. — Kristin Hannah

Gaze upon others with eyes of love. — Debasish Mridha

I think my craziest hair was when I first went red for my 30th birthday. My idea was The Little Mermaid because I always wanted to be her and then I was going to be I love Lucy and every red-haired character that you can imagine. It was really cartoon red and now I'm in the more natural believable tones. — Elizabeth Jagger

Most of us who turn to any subject with love remember some morning or evening hour when we got on a high stool to reach down an untried volume, or sat with parted lips listening to a new talker, or for very lack of books began to listen to the voices within, as the first traceable beginning of our love. — George Eliot