Karadaglic Knjiga Quotes & Sayings

No pictorial or sculptural combinations of points of human loveliness, do more than approach the living and breathing human beauty as it gladdens our daily path. — Edgar Allan Poe

The artist should once and forever emancipate himself from the bondage of appearance. — Ad Reinhardt

Identifying the purpose of your living is more important than creating a family and having children — Sunday Adelaja

Small-scale fisheries should not be favoured over large-scale operations ebcause of romantic notions of rugged small operators battling both the elements and anonymous corporations. [They ought to be supported] because of the scientific evidence available to confirm the common-sense inference that local fishers, if given privileged access, will tend to avoid trashing their local stocks, while foreign fishers do not have such motivation. — Daniel Pauly

How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne; Her woods - her wilds - her mountains - the intense Reply of HERS to OUR intelligence! — Edgar Allan Poe

Pride makes us artificial; humility makes us real — Thomas Merton

There is nothing like race, is there? — Oscar Wilde

I just happen to love fighting and happen to be great at it. And I let my lifestyle carry over into my chosen profession. — Urijah Faber

My buildings are not particularly expensive. It is not a tin shed. If you want a tinny car, you pay for that. — Zaha Hadid

Women's bodies are public domain, as evidenced clearly at the present time by the furor over abortion. Everyone has an opinion about what a woman should or should not do with her body. — Maureen Murdock

Man, fountains pen are a pain to use, drawing backgrounds is a also a pain ... Drawing manga really is a pain. In short living is a pain ... I want to become a cheesburger — Hideaki Sorachi

The dull gray days of the preceding winter and spring, so uneventless and monotonous, seemed more associated with what she cared for now above all price. She would fain have caught at the skirts of that departing time, and prayed it to return, and give her back what she had too little valued while it was yet in her possession. What a vain show life seemed! How unsubstantial, and flickering, and flitting! It was as if from some aerial belfry, high up above the stir and jar of the earth, there was a bell continually tolling, "All are shadows! All are passing! All is past!" And when the morning dawned, cool and gray, like many a happier morning before ... it seemed as if the terrible night were unreal as a dream; it, too, was a shadow. It, too, was past. — Elizabeth Gaskell