Krnacova Rozhovor Quotes & Sayings

You should never use the camera to make your pictures. You use yourself, your experience to make the picture with the camera. Not the other way around. — Antonin Kratochvil

I am glad that the country world ... retains a power to use our English tongue. It is a part of its sense of reality, of its vocabulary of definite terms, and of its habit of earthly common sense. I find this country writing an excellent corrective of the urban vocabulary of abstractions and of the emotion disguised as thinking which abstractions and humbug have loosed upon the world. May there always be such things as a door, a milk pail, and a loaf of bread, and words to do them honor. — Henry Beston

Your tale is of the longest," observed Monks, moving restlessly in his chair.
It is a true tale of grief and trial, and sorrow, young man," returned Mr. Brownlow, "and such tales usually are; if it were one of unmixed joy and happiness, it would be very brief. — Charles Dickens

If the power to tax is the power to destroy, the power to regulate is no less so. — Markham Shaw Pyle

Demons are a very human creation. You look for ways to explain evil, and instead of seeing it in yourselves, you offload the responsibility onto monsters. The monstrous exists in the mirror, not in the sulfurous depths of some fantasy world. — Kelley Armstrong

Come to think of it, Your Majesty, I believe I must still be growing. Either that, or you are shrinking. — C.L. Wilson

I'm pretty excited, this is a big, big one. — George Steinbrenner

We reveal something of our nature when we sing, something that can be disguised in our speaking voice. — Lavinia Greenlaw

I love America for an idea. The reality is important but ambiguous. In Senegal, there stands a building where slaves were stored before they were sent on to the New World. It was built in the same year as the American Declaration of Independence. I love America for the clear idea behind the cloudy reality. Without the idea, the joys of America would be mere accident, the ephemera tossed up by the hand of fate, to disappear in the wind. And what is that idea? It is the idea of hope, that grand, audacious idea that makes the Britisher blush with embarrassment. It may be an idea not everyone cares for, but it is one I need, I want. I love her for her thought, first, of where you're going, not where you're from; for her majestic optimism against the gray resistances of Europe, most pure in Britain, so that in America I feel like - I am - a sexual being. — Zia Haider Rahman

How long can I live with just safe and easy before my life becomes completely devoid of meaning? — Cora Carmack