Jete Quotes & Sayings

Strawberries were too delicate to be picked by machine. The perfectly ripe ones bruised at even too heavy a human touch. It hit her then that every strawberry she had ever eaten - every piece of fruit - had been picked by calloused human hands. Every piece of toast with jelly represented someone's knees, someone's aching back and hips, someone with a bandanna on her wrist to wipe away the sweat. Why had no one told her about this before? — Alison Luterman

Clearly, she hadn't heard of the two words 'social' and 'life'. — Adele Rose

Don't forget that we come into this life with out anything and with out anything we are going to leave, nothing is more valuable than human life!
Mos harroni se kemi ardhur ne kete jete pa asnjegje, e do te shkojme pa asnjegje! Asgje nuk eshte me e kushtushme se Jeta e njeriut ! — Zybejta "Beta" Metani' Marashi

I have no personal interest or gain from this , I am just an actor — Sanaya Irani

You make me feel alone. — Courtney Summers

What made something precious? Losing it and finding it. — Celeste Ng

It was massive. A blurting, busting, backfire! A flabbergasting, fire-breathing, flub-explosion! A propelling, paint-stripping, prison-break! — Ferguson Fartworthy

But I am bold to say there is not a fact nor a reason stated in it, which had not been frequently urged in Congress. The temper and wishes of the people supplied every thing at that time; and the phrases, suitable for an emigrant from Newgate, or one who had chiefly associated with such company, such as, "The Royal Brute of England," "The blood upon his soul," and a few others of equal delicacy, had as much weight with the people as his arguments. — John Adams

When you're a dancer, you start with the basics. You don't all of a sudden do a grand jete and pirouette. You start with first position, second, third. — Rita Rudner

The hearts gone bubonic with jealousy and greed, glinting through the vests and sweaters of anyone at all. — Margaret Atwood

It's very nice to feel. You're nothing. You're just nothing when you're near a volcano. — Katia And Maurice Krafft

What geomancy reads what the windblown sand writes on the desert rock? I read there that all things live by a generous power and dance to a mighty tune; or I read there all things are scattered and hurled, that our every arabesque and grand jete is a frantic variation on our one free fall. — Annie Dillard