Kruno Levacic Quotes & Sayings

I had never gone to college, I left school at a really early age, and all of a sudden I've got six really great friends hanging out with me every night. And we were a really tight group, and we just had an absolute blast. — Kiefer Sutherland

In 1930, more than 20% of the American population was employed in agriculture. Today it's less than 2%. — Jonathan Safran Foer

Prayer is such a great effort to most of us because we do not pray right. — Ole Hallesby

Very few people around the world know that cancer kills more people than HIV/AIDS, malaria, and tuberculosis combined - until we get everyone to realize that, it will be tough to get them to act. — Jenna Morasca

The last time I had a dick in my mouth I was dying
alfalfa withered in rows unable to separate desire

from pain There are poets for whom this throbbing
is healing My Frida rail-impaled my
chingona fighting for whole even after gangrene
She loved her body though it betrayed — Jennifer Givhan

She knew Indians were obsessed with authenticity. Colonized, genocided, exiled, Indians formed their identities by questioning the identities of other Indians. Self-hating, — Sherman Alexie

Party Manners IT WAS the Easter holiday. Barney and Lou were doing some painting in the dining-room — Clive King

Do we know ourselves - our "self"? How are we supposed to be ourselves if we are not our selves? And how can we be our selves without knowing who we are, such that we are certain of being the ones we are? — Martin Heidegger

I shall never surrender or retreat. — William B. Travis

One key to happiness, then, is to forestall the adaptation process: We need to take steps to prevent ourselves from taking for granted, once we get them, the things we worked so hard to get. — William B. Irvine

Make love to me. Make me forget my name, while you make me scream yours... — D.D. Lorenzo

But then I hit my 20s and only made two albums, and now I live in a ski resort as a ski bum basically. — Vanessa Mae

There was nothing unique about my beech tree, nothing difficult in its ascent, no biological revelation at its summit, nor any honey, but it had become a place to think. A roost. I was fond of it, and it
well, it had no notion of me. I had climbed it many times; at first light, dusk, and glaring noon. I had climbed it in winter, brushing snow from the branches of my hand, with the wood cold as stone to the touch, and real crows' nests black in the branches of nearby trees. I had climbed in in early summer, and looked out over the countryside with heat jellying the air and the drowsy buzz of a tractor from somewhere nearby. And I had climbed it in monsoon rain, with water falling in rods thick enough for the eye to see. Climbing the tree was a way to get perspective, however slight; to look down on a city that I usually looked across. The relief of relief. Above all, it was a way of defraying the city's claims on me. — Robert Macfarlane

Oh my God, can you see me? I thought I was wearing my invisibility cloak. — Cate Tiernan