Konfliktus Fogalma Quotes & Sayings

In still moments by the sea life seems large-drawn and simple. It is there we can see into ourselves. — Rolf Edberg

Humanity hadn't changed, but it had. The venality and the nobility, the cruelty and the grace. They were all still there. It was just the particulars he felt shifting away from under him. — James S.A. Corey

This much, too: never again will we keep our hearts waiting. — Craig Lancaster

I should have looked into my own heart, and found this new growth springing up there, and plucked it out while it was young. — Wilkie Collins

Adam mused, "Incorruptus. I never thought anyone would use that word to describe Lynch." Ronan looked as pleased as a pit viper ever could. — Maggie Stiefvater

Steam in an open space would just simply scatter in different directions. Steam contained in an engine can move a whole train. Success comes from One-pointedness and Constancy of Aim and Effort. — Choa Kok Sui

The use of sea and air is common to all; neither can a title to the ocean belong to any people or private persons, forasmuch as neither nature nor public use and custom permit any possession therof. — Elizabeth I

The flakes stuck in my eyelashes. They fell on my sleeves. Huge. Flowers and stars. They fell onto each other, held their shapes, became small piles of perfect asterisks and blooms tumbled together in their discrete geometries like children's blocks. — Peter Heller

(Spring is the earth forgiving itself.) — Allan Gurganus

They were firemakers! They were gods! [humans] — Jack London

One of the great things about the Fifties is there are so many secrets - people who've come back from the war and done these terrible things that they don't want to think about, or can't say what they did because they signed the Official Secrets Act. — Sara Sheridan

Society presses upon us all the time. The progress of the last half century is the progress of the frog out of his well. — R.K. Narayan

When I wake up, the dying light of the day makes everything seem to matter, from the yellowing sky to the stalks of grass above my head, waving in slow motion like a beauty queen. — John Green

I slip off my flats and walk down the front porch steps, while Mother calls out for me to put my shoes back on, threatening ringworm, mosquito, encephalitis. The inevitability of death by no shoes. Death by no husband. — Kathryn Stockett