Kontrast Likovna Quotes & Sayings

Democracy is not a solution but a way of seeking solutions -- not a form of State devoted to this or that particular end...but a form of State devoted, whatever its end may be, to a single means and method of determining that end. — Ernest Barker

I'm all right."

I was telling the truth. I was all right. I was going to live right on.

The house slowly filled up with silence. Nathan's absence came into it and filled it. I suffered by hard joy, I gave my thanks, I cried my cry. And then I turned again to that other world I had taught myself to know, the world that is neither past nor to come , the present world where we are alive together and love keeps us. — Wendell Berry

Non, je ne regrette rien. Because you just can't regret the things you learn from. — Alyson Noel

How did I guess? From you ... I mean, you look pregnant." "No, I don't! No one else has guessed!" "They must have. It's completely obvious! — Sophie Kinsella

It was awkward, revisiting a world you have never seen before: like coming home, after a long journey, to someone else's house. — Umberto Eco

It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life. — Terry Pratchett

Always I believe that I can play better. But I am happy. — Rafael Nadal

Welcome to Tears of Crimson, the New Orleans Vampire Bar. — Michelle Hughes

The second beating seemed to me a just and reasonable punishment. To get one beating, and then to get another and far fiercer one on top of it, for being so unwise as to show that the first had not hurt - that was quite natural. The gods are jealous, and when you have good fortune you should conceal it. The other is that I accepted the broken riding crop as my own crime. I can still recall my feeling as I saw the handle lying on the carpet - the feeling of having done an ill-bred clumsy thing, and ruined an expensive object. I had broken it: so Sim told me, and so I believed. This acceptance of guilt lay unnoticed in my memory for twenty or thirty years. — George Orwell