Kleidaras Athina Quotes & Sayings

The body you're given, the mind you're given, the morality and the hang ups you're given, they're yours. Deal with it. — Kristen McMenamy

Only destiny controls your destiny. — Ben Tolosa

And so we made our way across that heap of stones, which often moved beneath my feet because my weight was somewhat strange for them. — Dante Alighieri

The US no longer does decisions. It can neither stop the drug traffic nor legalize it. It can neither win wars nor abandon them, neither make money nor stop spending it, neither stop immigration nor assimilate the immigrants. Washington can beat its thumb with a hammer, yes, and notice that it hurts, but it can't stop beating its thumb. That would take a decision, and Washington doesn't do decisions. — Fred Reed

I love making art ... It's largely how I see myself. I'm an artist; therefore I have to make art. — Chuck Close

Don't understand? is, simply, work on the undesirable states of f(x). It is often easier to modify f(x) than to get better knowledge of x. (In other words, robustification rather than forecasting Black Swans.) Example: If I buy an insurance on — Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Nothing significant in the kingdom of God happens unless death occurs. — Mary E. DeMuth

We're all related, after all, so there's going to be some repetition of creative instinct. Everything reminds us of something. But once you put your own expression and passion behind an idea, that idea becomes yours. — Elizabeth Gilbert

How we express ourselves in worship remains up in the air. — Robert H. Schuller

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring. — Truman Capote

The truth will set u free but first it will piss u off — Albert Borris

To overcome adverse circumstances, you have to learn to overcome your own hang-ups, values, and idiosyncrasies in order to value other people, cultures, and ideas. — Anne F. Beiler

could not picture that Father had once swung on a swing. He could not imagine that Father had once been a boy, like him. A boy. Carefree, light on his feet. Running headlong into the open fields with his playmates. Father, whose hands were scarred, whose face was crosshatched with deep lines of weariness. Father, who might as well have been born with shovel in hand and mud under his nails. — Khaled Hosseini