Jeremije Praznik Quotes & Sayings
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MERCY. It was a word she'd rarely encountered — Michel Faber
I think you have an obligation to be honest. — Charles Barkley
You want ass? The cash is first.
You got dead presidents, baby, I got a hearse in my purse. — Roxanne Shante
The sudden power and punch of the kiss rocked her back on her heels, and made her wonder if little beams of sunlight were shooting out of her fingertips. — J.D. Robb
They might just as well have been throwing pebbles into an empty cave. — Haruki Murakami
As far as a cocktail, I do like good wines, basically with meals, and good champagnes. — Bobby Sherman
Someone once said that "The Waste Land" was a scum of poetry floating on a sea of footnotes. That resonated with me, because that's kind of what I was doing lyrically for a while. I was being very referential in a way. I would drop in these little phrases or ideas that were sort of portholes into a whole bigger realm of thought or whatever, that would work within the song, but that you could also poke through into a bigger discussion. — Ted Leo
All through the dream there was a sense of great disorder, of movements which accomplished nothing, of everything being late, of everybody waiting, restless and defeated. — Anais Nin
The sea was the first thing he had found that was large enough to absorb his sorrow.
...Perdu would drift on his back, his feet pointing toward the beach. There, on the waves, with the water spilling through his outspread fingers, he drew up from the depths of his memory every hour he had spent with Manon. He examined each one until he no longer felt any regret that it was past, then he let it go.
So Jean let the waves rock him, raise him up and pass him on. And slowly, infinitely slowly, he began to trust. Not the sea, far from it; no one should make that mistake! Jean Perdu trusted himself again. He wouldn't go under; he wouldn't drown in his emotions.
And each time he abandoned himself to the sea another small grain of fear trickled out of him. It was his way of praying. — Nina George