Interpretasi Dalam Quotes & Sayings

No one likes a straight road but the man who pays for it, or who, when he travels, is brute enough to wish to get to his journey's end. — J. Sheridan Le Fanu

Mountaintops are for views and inspiration, but fruit is grown in the valleys. — Billy Graham

CDs, too. Totally corporate. They look real cheap and soulless and they don't smell of anything. — Evan Dando

We'd get sick on too many cookies, but ever so much sicker on no cookies at all. — Sinclair Lewis

The madness of love is a great motivator of new ideas. — Jeffrey Perren

When you live in a psychic state of mind, you are happy. You don't have to do anything. Life is always beautiful, but we don't see it when we enter into lower states of mind that are, in effect, cloudy. — Frederick Lenz

Today, nuclear power provides 20 percent of power in the United States. — Michael Burgess

Though you forget the way to the Temple,
There is one who remembers the way to your door:
Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
You shall not deny the Stranger. — T. S. Eliot

The longstanding thorn in your side Captain Numos is stupid. In fact, Numos is so dense that I'm surprised he doesn't have his own event horizon. — Jack Campbell

Your little child is the only true democrat. — Harriet Beecher Stowe

I have never loved anyone for love's sake except, perhaps, Josephine - a little. — Napoleon Bonaparte

The first jazz musician was a trumpeter, Buddy Bolden, and the last will be a trumpeter, the archangel Gabriel. — Wynton Marsalis

Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parent's grave.
As soon as he stood up he wanted to leave: He did not think he could stand another moment there. He put his arm around Hermione's shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore's mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate. — J.K. Rowling

Can we listen to each other the way veins listen to blood? — Mark Nepo

If Louisa recovered, it would all be well again. More than former happiness would be restored. There could not be a doubt, to her mind there was none, of what would follow her recovery. A few months hence, and the room now so deserted, occupied but by her silent, pensive self, might be filled again with all that was happy and gay, all that was glowing and bright in prosperous love, all that was most unlike Anne Elliot! — Jane Austen