Kincsem Teljes Quotes & Sayings

Why don't they live in Illusions?' suggested the Humbug. 'It's much prettier.'
'Many of them do,' he answered, walking in the direction of the forest once again, 'but it's just as bad to live in a place where what you do see isn't there as it is to live in one where what you don't see is. — Norton Juster

Today we are here, and tomorrow we are gone, amounted to a handful of memories. It's freaking depressing. — Tarryn Fisher

Loneliness is not a problem, it is a passion. — Marilynne Robinson

You need to get one thing done well, or else you don't have permission to do anything else. — Larry Page

In those days of our tale, there were still some people who had both elves and heroes of the North for ancestors and Elrond, the master of the house, was their chief. He was as noble and as fair in face as an elf lord, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves and as kind as summer. — J.R.R. Tolkien

How horrible it is to have so many people killed! And what a blessing that one cares for none of them! — Jane Austen

We deal with our mind from morning till evening and it can be our best friend or our worst enemy. — Matthieu Ricard

We colonise them, Your Graces, we corrupt them, we exploit them, we bomb them, sack their cities, ignore their culture, and confound them with the infinite variety of our religious sects. We are hideous not only in their sight, Monsignors, but in their nostrils as well - the stink of the round-eye is abhorrent to them and we're too thick even to know it. Yet when we have done our worst, and more than our worst, my sons, we have barely scratched the surface of the Asian smile." Other — John Le Carre

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground. — Alexander Pope

We may mean nothing to time, but to each other we are kings and queens, and the world is a wild benevolent garden filled with chance meetings and unexplained departures. Magda — Simon Van Booy

Every movement that slays its gods creates new ones, of course. I loathe talk of the sixties and seventies being a 'Greatest Generation' of artists, but if we're going to use such idiotic appellations, let this one also be applied to the artists, curators, and gallerists who emerged in the first half of the nineties. — Jerry Saltz

My God is
the green tide in the spring leaves
the redness of cherries high in the air
the excitement of shooting stars
the song of birds in summer branches
the sunrise on a winter's morning
the name of everything we don't understand ... — William Of Ockham