Komentarai Quotes & Sayings

To know how glorious you are, it is only after your death. — Auliq Ice

I have hope in children. In children and warriors. In children who fuck like children and warriors who fight like brave men. — Roberto Bolano

In 1890, nearly everyone died on the job, and if they lived long enough not to die on the job, the average age of retirement was 85. — Robert Fogel

Most of the programmers in ten years will be us, and we won't get much smarter. — Bjarne Stroustrup

This thing was power from the Outside, and I was a grain of sand to its oncoming tide. But you know what? That grain of sand might be the last remnant of what had once been a mountain, but that which it is, it is. The tide comes and the tide goes. Let it hammer the grain of sand as it may. Let lofty mountains fear the slow, constant assault of the waters. Let the valleys shudder at the pitiless advance of ice. Let continents drown beneath the dark and rising tide. But that grain of sand? It isn't impressed. Let the tide roll in. The sand will still be there when it rolls out again. -Harry Dresden, Cold Days by Jim Butcher — Jim Butcher

I hoped they couldn't run very fast with those stubby little legs and flippers, but they waddled along pretty well. — Rick Riordan

To get a script like 'Death Proof' and to get cast in it just affirmed that I want to do character work; that's where my heart is. Maybe I will get to it again, maybe I won't, but it's what I like to do is play something a little outside of myself. This solidified the desire certainly for me. — Jordan Ladd

Force is the weapon of the weak. — Ammon Hennacy

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars - mere globs of gas atoms. I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination - stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one - million - year - old light. A vast pattern - of which I am a part ... What is the pattern, or the meaning, or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it. Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent? — Richard Feynman