Kai Design Quotes & Sayings

I was crazy about the song "Doot Doot," so I usually love this genre of weird, European electronic. — Margaret Cho

The real truth must sometimes be protected by a labyrinth of lies -Vorbis- — Terry Pratchett

God always offers forgiveness," I said, softening my tone, "to those who are truly sorry. But sorry isn't a feeling, you understand. It's an action. A determination to make things right. — Phil Klay

If different cultures connect with each other, they are less likely to want to shoot each other. — Tim Berners-Lee

What can you do. You get a name, you're called 'Thomas Bernhard', and it stays that way for the rest of your life. And if at some point you go for a walk in the woods, and someone takes a photo of you, then for the next eighty years you're always walking in the woods. There's nothing you can do about it. — Thomas Bernhard

Gratitude magnifies the sweet parts of life and diminishes the painful ones. — Yuval Levin

wasn't ready to think of colored people in — Zora Neale Hurston

It was a time of war.
Isn't it always. — Brian K. Vaughan

Who is able to paint the existence of a dog as Picasso paints the existence of a cubic shape? — Franz Marc

That wasn't my future I destroyed,' she assured herself. 'I make my own future. — Rick Riordan

There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration. — Bram Stoker

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