Kyto Quotes & Sayings

Yes, the lad was premature. He was gathering his harvest while it was yet spring. — Oscar Wilde

The fast fliers are not disgraced." Queen Ree reached up for the missing tiara. "She saved us, but she's with him now."
Vidia was complicated, two fairies in one, a loyal traitor. — Gail Carson Levine

Life is so interesting ... just every day life. I remember someone once saying: "Drama is real life with the boring bits taken out." — Ricky Gervais

But a far more virulent strain survived. It's having sex with your thoughts. You'll give birth to increasingly more monstrous ideas. — Grant Morrison

Fortunately or unfortunately, the one predictable thing in any organization is the crisis. That always comes. That's when you do depend on the leader: The job of the leader is to build an organization that is battle-ready, that has high morale, that knows how to behave, that trusts itself, and where people trust one another. — Peter Drucker

I can't admit to myself that the creation of a Palestinian state won't happen. What I know is that with each passing year it gets more and more difficult to happen, not least because there is more and more bloodshed, generation upon generation. — David Miliband

We photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing, and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again. We cannot develop and print a memory. — Henri Cartier-Bresson

The more you treat yourself positively, the less you'll want or need to be negative. — Jane Fonda

It was a simpler time. Because I personally had less memories and so less to superimpose upon the world, and so it was much clearer, and also I was younger. Thus, the world was simpler. — Joseph Fink

If each of my words were a drop of water, you would see through them and glimpse what I feel: gratitude, acknowledgement. — Octavio Paz

Photography transformed subject into object, and even, one might say, into a museum object: in order to take the first portraits the subject had to assume long poses under a glass roof in bright sunlight; to become an object made one suffer as much as surgical operation; then a device was invented, a kind of prosthesis invisible to the lens, which supported and maintained the body in its passage to immobility: this headrest was the pedestal of the statue I would become, the corset of my imaginary essence. — Roland Barthes