Kyrillisches Quotes & Sayings

The course of true love never did run smooth. — William Shakespeare

I cannot stand the words Get over it. All of us are under such pressure to put our problems in the past tense. Slow down. Don't allow others to hurry your healing. It is a process, one that may take years, occasionally, even a lifetime - and that's OK. — Beau Taplin

I protect my right to be a Catholic by preserving your right to believe as a Jew, a Protestant, or non-believer, or as anything else you choose. We know that the price of seeking to force our beliefs on others is that they might some day force theirs on us. This freedom is the fundamental strength of our unique experiment in government. In the complex interplay of forces and considerations that go into the making of our laws and policies, its preservation must be a pervasive and dominant concern. — Mario

I am interested in recent scholarly work examining the emergence of women's studies and ethnic studies departments and the development of the neoliberal university. — Dean Spade

ALCIBIADES: How came the noble Timon to this change?
TIMON: As the moon does, by wanting light to give:
But then renew I could not, like the moon;
There were no suns to borrow of. — William Shakespeare

The true colour of life is the colour of the body, the colour of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest colour of the unpublished blood. — Alice Meynell

From which stars have we fallen to meet each other here? — Friedrich Nietzsche

Then I grew up, and the beauty of succulent illusions fell away from me. — F Scott Fitzgerald

At 62 you want to keep moving; that's important. — Billie Jean King

Every hour of temptation in one's life has origin. Either from the flesh or the devil . — Osunsakin Adewale

The land will sink into the water, and then, the water will evaporate into the air, taking the sky with it. And all, but a tremor of what once was, will be gone. ~ Ichabod Everward, during the Fossil War. — Ryan Mark

Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear,
Why do you light my torture here?
How often have you seen me toil,
Burning last drops of midnight oil.
On books and papers as I read,
My friend, your mournful light you shed.
If only I could flee this den
And walk the mountain-tops again,
Through moonlit meadows make my way,
In mountain caves with spirits play -
Released from learning's musty cell,
Your healing dew would make me well! — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe